Любава Малышева - Fairtrade
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You eat at a billion
Hungry half-arms.
According to a well-known law
People of different sense
You buy mittens, stitched in prison
Stacking three thousand five hundred.
But who is the stacker if he is in the ground
Are you digging a garden?

Baby, this is a rag,
Just a rag.
Prison masonry
For law enforcement.
And sat down - it means it was
For what, if sat
And we care
Until every cattle?

You live at a billion
Shot and unfamiliated.
In endless battle
No parties, but the boundaries are closed.
You brew tea with fingerprint
Five-year-old slave from Sri Lanka.
No time to think and understand
But you love children, you feel sorry for him.

Listen, this is a cup.
What kind of urgent.
Slavery - relic
Scary and hard.
Slavery does not happen
Neither there nor here.
In the east of Paradise
There live for a long time ...

You are warm at a billion
Homeless freezing
By right of born
In the caste managers.
You brew rice - the water is red from the blood,
Water from the powder of black
Water shouts, water will
"Outside the White Ghetto - War"

Relax, this porridge
Ordinary color.
In the knee water -
Well, it's not scary!
We yourself love water,
We go to the sea.
And the power is the people
No one argues ...