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Jul 2015
Sometimes He wonders why hunger always strikes  like thunder
You never know until it hits
Words he echoes as He pumps His fist
To the men with nothing but still feed their kids

To Him It was all so sudden
With a flip of a coin all He had to choose from was
Hunger or Hunger?

He envies the rich
Always giving speeches on life when to Him they are no more than thieves who stole from the streets
Žõhņ Đõhņ
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Žõhņ Đõhņ  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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