sunken eyes blackened with fear flesh stretched tight over a fractured skeleton a framework of despair
too weakened to move or swish away flies flies on unattended sores festering wounds of war war for computer chips or more precisely the resources needed to manufacture chips precious semiconductors necessary
for calling out for pizza or chatting with unknown friends who’ve been befriended but not one call to this child
It is so hard to see what is behind our “good life”. May God help us, and all those who have a hand in exploitation.