Choices

Sifted news, we drink it in, Turning back the pages again, looking for a truth or nothing, wondering who really is there at the top, making honey pots of money out of slaves and misery. —— Is it true they’re starving? stick thin legs on children, drought bared fields, and animal carcasses, littered, rotting, stinking… Continue reading Choices

Demons of Trafficking and Immigration.

The chubby cheeked child pressed his teary  face against the cold metal box, then deeply burrowed to find the breast, that nurtured  him, empty as his mother’s body struggled  with starvation instead of promised salvation. ————– The pieces of silver exchanged brought her hope of a golden place; where work was to be in plenty,… Continue reading Demons of Trafficking and Immigration.