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The Little Child I was not born into a poor family, yet I became a victim of a famine in the middle of a war. Don't blame me neither blame my parents, they ran off earlier to secure a portion of food from the UN. I thought I could meet up but here I am, dying slowly as the worms eat through my intestines in hunger. Enemies in and out, this bird looks more fed than I do, I thought there was famine! I saw it look at me the same way I look at my mom's breasts when I am hungry. As I closed my eyes to a world I was just born into, I saw flashes. "Oh it's a well-fed man, when was the last time I saw one and why is his skin white?" He was my guardian angel, he chased away the enemy right after storing the memory in his 'black thing'. Today or tomorrow, death comes for Everyman. What famine failed to do, Malaria did years later. Here I am in my white walking towards the light disappointed. Most of what the living think they know are lies! The Vulture If you don