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| …A picture taken in a foreign land A small child crawling…too weak to stand …overlooked by a carrion bird …its cries gone unheard Who is the God who sent the vulture to await its meal of human flesh …dying for want of a crumb of bread Could he have not sent an angel instead that the vulture would go hungry to his bed Perhaps God did sent an angel …one with a camera in his hand to record for all the hunger in that land and in the recording was deemed his karma Can we…ashamed and shocked…just turn our head Our karma will be deemed as well… ……………………in the ways that we cast our bread |
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