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Mar 2013
You thought everything was imaginary, but when you  fell asleep you were awaken by the clinging of chains.
You thought it was about race, but it was about control and keeping as many as possible in debt.

Poor has many faces
Starvation eats its stomach away,
yet rich is rich.
Food is wasted and gluttony is never full.

At night dogs howl
In the morning roosters do what they do.
No matter the outcome somebody is calling for change.
Fred Kinard
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Fred Kinard
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