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There were enough children who were torn apart by mines; other children stood with water bellies. There were enough children who had lost their father or mother. It was children who couldn't make it as a child.

There were enough shell holes that reached as far as the hospital. There were more than enough machine gun salvos coming down from the water towers.

Then the wind blew over the corpses, covered them up completely emaciated; until then there were also no signs of how it happened, how it went, why, what for.

The misery foamed on the beaches, waves tore tender life back and forth; little hands beat helplessly against the walls, the coarse force broke them without resistance.

Saw the eyes in their sockets, grasped spindly arms, operated on bellies, with difficulty when it cramped in the empty bowel.

Hunger had driven them, then it drove them further into nowhere. Where did all that go, that there was something to eat for the children?

They still stand with their water bellies and wait for something more. They are still standing with the noises in the bowel, but not much longer, it will be too heavy.

What is the matter with the ties when children scream with hunger; see the starvation plastic in the plaster of Paris when you greedily rush to the full tables.

Can you endure eating when children sit in front of the door when they are hungry, too weak to stand, and the fat oozes from your mouths?

Storms will hit the land, the waves are already raging on rocky walls; no one will ask where you found your arm, leg or anything else.

Children are everywhere with their little hands, feet, and heads; starved, limp and crooked, they lie silent in the sand, on stones and between empty pots.

Anyone who did not see their faces and bellies with their spindly arms and legs does not know what happened to children when they cry in pain.

All only have a life like those who sit at full tables and constantly sweat while eating, but differently those who stand in front of empty tables.

Don't stand in front of the mirror with your ties on, the time is too short for that; go see the children who fall silent before their last breath is gone.

You in the food row, don't act so stupid if you stare at the full plate and hungry children sit in front of the door, because you only think about your stomachs.

There are many other people who still have thin necks, for whom life is not so good, it is often shorter than for the short necks.

There is talk and talk about equality, law and justice, and those who talk have those necks that are usually wider and even shorter.

In the deeds, things get poor where it counts, often nothing happens, you shirk responsibility wherever you can, someone prefers to play the black rose in Paris.

Indeed, it must be understood that it does not work without responsibility if some sweat while eating and others die of hunger.

Whether black or white, they are the same, let equality run against luxury and not only go wide at the necks; they gather as if they weren't quite clever.

If that is the future according to the big words, then the old people shake their heads, because they bent over backwards for freedom and are now poorer than before.

So take the speakers by the neck, for there you can see who they really are; they cannot disguise themselves, but they do not let anything get on their necks.

Therefore decency in the mind belongs to respect and better understanding; it is quite a lot when you consider how far down man has come.