Another agonized voice crying out to the
desolate echo-chamber of cyberspace
wasteland begging for mercy, displaced
soul-wounded humanity nourishing
the last shreds of hope though he
is but one of many for whom fate
has decreed no rescue to be expended
for he is doomed, his rebellious wife
by his side, his child clinging to life
in advanced malnutrition, he writes
his desperation 'help me' I have no
money, Mr. Biden and you have so
much. Cannot you hear my pleas from
the other side of the world where you
pledged to bring light out of darkness?
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