Dear MR. P

dear mr. p
i'm here to tell you you don't care about your country.
You fight for injustice and cruelty.
The rich are richer and the poor stay poor. Don't you care that thousand of children don't have education.
Don't you care that people out there get killed or stolled, becouse they need money? Those are innocent people (if not pour) .

poem by Edzuro Jikibi Mirtazo Gruzto
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