Look now into the faces of your own people, see reflected there are the same feeling, fear and anxiety of that experience by other  people.
These other people are just the extension of you.
You are not the only one affected by this hardship.
You are not the only one in pain.
You are not the only one who wakes up without knowing where the next food will come from.
This unnecessary harrowing experience unleashed on our people by the very few is becoming unbearable.
The pain inflicted is equal to one walking in the desert under the scourge of the hot sun not knowing his bearing and how to get to his destination.
You can never ever begin to imagine or describe the horror the mind would paint under such condition.
All they ever want like the bird near the river is to wet their peak
and to have crumbs of the bread that falls at their masters table.
A clothe to cover their nakedness.
A hut to protect them from the wild beasts.
As simple as their lives are,
they never needed much from the elites but just to get by.
Give them the simple things of life I beg of you.
Men have given up hope and died,
leaving the young children uncared for,women made widows by untimely death of their men.
I urge you to do something and remedy their situation now, I mean now.
They will rebel and revolt against you,
Or you won't see anyone to govern.
Oh I know,you will **** them
out of your pride as usual,
that is always your way.
But never,mind some will survive,they always do.
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