Broken Lord! His people bleed into an everlasting river of red wine!
These displaced persons exit their tumultuous country, walking
rugged paths wearing soiled clothed. The vicious sun beats on
their backs. They are weary and famished. They hope to settle in
shacks and shanties in neighboring countries but are not allowed
to hold jobs. The children are overwhelmed with turmoil, their
lives have been tortured with bloodshed. The refugees not only
hunger for sustenance but hunger for inner peace.
We must put the gods of greed on the run! The Syrian's and the
World's people's starvation are no more! No more denying the dignity
of Mankind. The oppression of the free spirit has to be lifted!
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