In a land where dust blows over hard lifeless ground and children cry in their mothers arms. Hope is a luxury and want is an ever real fact of life. As mindless hate filled people battle over table scraps, while the innocent and the forgotten lay in want. Despite the best efforts of the brave and the selfless, the help seems to never be enough. On any given day, people are grateful for a piece of bread and clean water to drink, yet we take these things for granted. So do not forget the blessings you hold dear, for they can be taken away in a moment by the hateful and the selfish. Eternal vigilance is the price that must be paid, and reverent thanks is what heaven requires lest our land fall into despair and want and we too have little to be thankful for.