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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494454" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Humiliation Of My People</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">my rich brother politician<br>is humiliating my people<br>poor people, <br>never empowered to stand on their<br>own feet, they keep waiting<br>for masters<br>to make them whole again<br>crippled, and limping<br>my rich brother's hand keep <br>pretending to take<br>them from the <br>quicksands of poverty<br>but i know the mind of my <br>rich brother whose laughter sounds like<br>the devil<br>now that he needs all of them<br>he feeds them and clothes them<br>but soon these will simmer<br>and fade and the truth<br>about my rich brother comes out<br>but it will be late already<br>my rich brother has already taken the power<br>and enriches himself some more<br>leaving my poor people back in their shanties<br>again scavenging for food<br>and begging for clothing<br>the humiliation will never stop<br>from time to time all of them shall be hailed<br>like those in<br>the Schindler's list.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but soon there will be light and music<br>and progress</div><div style="margin:10px 0">streams of yellow rays from the Sun God<br>possessed with<br>Integrity and Truth<br>and Justice and<br>Goodness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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is humiliating my people
poor people, 
never empowered to stand on their
own feet, they keep waiting
for masters
to make them whole again
crippled, and limping
my rich brother's hand keep 
pretending to take
them from th..."></div>
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