She weeps as her empty-bellied baby wails in pain. She knows that her clear purse will never assuage. She makes modest gestures to ease his needs. But they are for naught, food will not this night rest upon her table.
Yet the affluent man in power threatens to take more from her, while calling her and her kinsfolk vile names. But he has himself never been cold nor awant for even a small bite. He cannot look to her for his dishonor is gravid.
His followers turn their faces from those in aguish for they blame the unfortunate, that is until they themselves are the victim.
-Johnny V.
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