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Jul 2020
~ your power and money you protect assiduously are not yours, but somebody else’s belong

~ to those that stay bend in front of the sewing machines, and sweat from morning to night in the rice fields

~ carving out their backs in faith and in pray, when you are exploiting every inch of their skin in hidden forms of slavery,

~You, wearing  at your ceremonies clothe made by devoted hands waiting for centuries justice to come and kiss their palms with humbleness and forgiveness,  

~while you still keep covering your mizery of habit and greed in silk  and playing the saver of those that never gave up on fighting against your lost sense of humanity ...
Maria Mitea
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Maria Mitea
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