Page 1, A glimpse into the unseen. Things that peace and wealth block from our vision.

The smell

Of bad combinations

That stench

Of putrid repugnance

The sight

Of helpless victims

That vision

Of destitute life

The taste

Of starvation incarnate

That flavor

Of cold-hearted intentions

The touch

Of an icy little finger

That connection

Of unspeakable proportions

The thought

Of surviving through this hell

That dream

Of erasing all despair

The sound

Of crushed and broken voices

That echo

Of riches that could have helped.

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