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~ your power and money you protect assiduously are not yours, but somebody else’s belongs ~ to those that stay bend in front of the sewing machines, and sweat from morning to night in the rice fields ~ carving out their backs in faith and in prayer, when you are exploiting every inch of their skin in hidden forms of slavery, ~you, wearing at your ceremonies clothes made by devoted hands waiting for centuries justice to come and kiss their palms with humbleness and forgiveness, ~while you still keep covering your misery of habit and greed in silk and playing the saver of those that never gave up on fighting against your lost sense of humanity.

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Date: 7/9/2021 8:56:00 AM
First line made me think and the way you wrote it till end makes me ponder. You are right. Thinking further don't we owe our life to farmers who toil in soil to grow food. A thought provoking write. Thanks for sharing
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Maria Mitea
Date: 7/21/2021 6:12:00 PM
Hi Rama, Yes, the money belongs to those that work hard in the fields and in factories. The rest get reach by buying cheap and selling expensive. Too much injustice, too much. When will start to pay the farmers and workers in a factory I would consider that the world changes for real. Until then it is still slavery, ... and exploitation. Thank you for reading and supporting my work! I deeply appreciate it! I wish you inspiration and all the best!