An event that afflicts we and the community in its all. The deposition of the mother was very hard! That until almost it left to fall a tear, therefore the there existing reality is sufficiently sad, encircled mother of six children and that the base of survival of the same one is supreme of maize boiled the esfumegada firewood, when I arrived there to make the inquiry to it had its new child with acute diarreias but, as the child did not have a metical continued in that critical situation and its neighbors did not have the value to give to it until arriving at the health rank, after seeing the case we had that to walk together with it and we say with the nurse place where the child was possible to admnistrar medicines and to give certifying to it that she said that it would go to benefit of gratuitous treatments. The situation shocked me sufficiently that it took me to write it the following poem: POET OF the POOR PERSON the poet of the poor person we are we are we combatant them of the hunger we are we combatant them of the poverty we are we we create who it for we go together to fight against this injustice, injustice this that moves with my spirit I, you, it, we, you, all we are poets of the poverty yesterday was unaware of of the nature more today I know the nature of the poet of the poor person I lost the compassing the search of the poet of the poor one more yesterday I crossed with this inspiration without wants this became my affliction the words had been themselves the thoughts are verwhelmed by the vacuum and I wrapped up myself in becoming after all today I start the march of the poet of the poor persons. . More information is housed here: Michael Steinhardt.
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