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Two Other Little Boys

I sat and watched two little boys die, on my TV screen last night. I sat and watched as each in turn, lost his uneven fight. They died from something we don't fear, they died because they were poor, they died from pneumonia brought on by diarrhoea, which for us is so easy to cure. I will never forget their mothers cries, or the anguish of their faces, once more their reality magnifies, the inequalities between our races.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Book: Shattered Sighs