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What is our reality? Bulging waistlines and burger joints? Sweatshops and religious fights? Our poisoned food system and corporate profits? Our jailrate is as high as Mao and Stalin. These revolving doors and corruptions cannot blind us anymore. We, the people, deserve to know. People who hate, depreciate. The fact is, who can we trust? Certainly not our bankers, but what about the Chief Executive Officers, full of evil and greed? What about Rana Plaza and Tazreen? Burning bodies to ash. And they can get away with burning bodies? There was the Holocaust and then... there was now.
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
Reality (by Ellen Ryder)
What is our reality? Bulging waistlines and burger joints? Sweatshops and religious fights? Our poisoned food system and corporate profits? Our jailrate is as high as Mao and Stalin. These revolving doors and corruptions cannot blind us anymore. We, the people, deserve to know. People who hate, depreciate. The fact is, who can we trust? Certainly not our bankers, but what about the Chief Executive Officers, full of evil and greed? What about Rana Plaza and Tazreen? Burning bodies to ash. And they can get away with burning bodies? There was the Holocaust and then... there was now.
I saw this girl's poem and automatically related to it. Thank you Ellen for letting me use this poem...although I wish you didn't go. :(
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
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