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A Third World City With a Revolutionary Aspect

A third world city with a revolutionary aspect The poor crouched among the estates; for the poor, the SUN crashes to the ground! The hum of the city, cacophony of people, the deafening sound of empty stomachs; every day the media, paints the sinister, aspect of the poor; urban decay: the violence against society, the violence against the family, the violence of mass incarceration, the violence of economic sodomy; the daily cycle, of societal breakdown; for the poor, the SUN crashes to the ground! The habitually unemployed, the ex-con, the moral degradation of the sexual outcast, and the addled mind; homeless squatter, a fight, a knife, a gun, an overdose; the daily death of the designated outcast; for the poor, the SUN crashes to the ground! The revolution failed, suicide by tribulation!

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