There are times, I suppose,
When even God, love, food, and medicine must wait
Another day, another year, another life
As we stroll through the Superstore arm in arm
A speck of memory may linger on Darfur
Bloated bodies huddled ‘round a battered tin of beans
Impending death blow hiding ‘round blind corner
Wails and shrieking women drowned in gunfire…..
Express Lane, speedy checkout:
Five items or less
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