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Mortality

Mortality 
There is death and there is big deaths Mr Bloom.
An industrialist died and there were shockwaves 
in Europe, he had a white moustache and we are
Told he was flamboyant and there will be a sea of flowers,
The president will kiss his wife’s hand and there will
 be tears....some of them real.

Meanwhile at a place where children day on daily
basis one of them died before he got to suckle his mothers
 meagre breast. No there will be no president there no 
kisses to the mother for her lamentable loss, only silence.
Some humans are more valuable than others but in the end
Both have in common they will never speak again.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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