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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.

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