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Food Doesn't Grow Here Anymore°

In the western highlands of Guatemala Living conditions are turning sour As people face adversity, Day by day, hour by hour. Climate change is taking a toll On the lives of many, especially the poor. When asked why they're fleeing, they say, "Food doesn't grow here anymore." The growth of many of their children is stunted; Children are dying of malnutrition. The parents want what all people want Who find themselves in their position: They want to leave, to find a place Where their children can survive-- Where life is not an overwhelming Challenge of trying to stay alive. They know the journey north is hard; Some have died along the way. What are their options? To take a chance? One thing's certain: they die if they stay. Our government threatens to cut off aid Which would only make matters worse. That will not stop desperate people From fleeing; it will do the reverse. Hear the cries from Guatemala. Don't close your eyes or cover your ears. A ghostly lament will echo along The banks of a dried up river of tears. -by Bob B (6-7-19) °Based on a report by Nicholas Kristof
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