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The Disease

No one has to be hungry; everybody can have a job. No one has to be a doormat or feel like a doorknob. The world is complete with everything a human being would need. No need to beg big, borrow or even plead. There's enough food and water, land and space too. And there are so many good things we can do together under these skies of blue. But the reason not to feed and clothe the people and to let food medicines just rot on the shelf has been created by mankind itself. There's no need for war if everything's is fair. There's no need for hunger, if everybody cares. The only reason this happened is because of mankind, because it doesn't listen to the heart; instead he uses his mind, The mind is good for numbers, talking and thinking too. The mind is not good for people if it takes from me and you. This is the sickness, this is the disease, this is the reason humanity can't stand on his feet and has to live on his knees. The truth is there's a solution, and it can easily be done. If there is enough for all and always enough for one. If man can build rockets and send them off to space, then man can build a world that can satisfy the whole human race.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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