Too hungry that no sound comes out
So ill that life is just lingering about
Too poor to make a representative heard
So ignorant to know what is an absurd.

Too afraid to call out what is wrong
So greedy to make one’s moral strong
Too oppressed to make even a noise
So obsessed to know that only conscience is right.

Han Min Ohn

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