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[aid] => mick
[title] => Life on the Reservation
[time] => 2002-07-26 15:57:16
[hometext] => The third world countries hidden and forgotten still exist upon Americas soil.
HOKA HEY [bodytext] => Babies crying, hungry because there’s no food, again today. The older children feel their huger, No food on the dinner table tonight, Same as yesterday; no hope for tomorrow. Run down, drafty clapboard houses Incapable of keeping out the Winter’s cold. Fathers, unable to provide adequate shelter or food, sink deeper into depression, turning to alcohol, the only thing readily available, another government-backed means of genocide. Passed out drunk in the Winter snow, body not found until the Spring, bullet holes in the back of the head. Coroner’s report states exposure as the cause of death. As another season passes on the reservation. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Jim_Cundiff [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 17 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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