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CNN at Breakfast
by Graham whittaker
Saturday, April 26, 2003

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This was a scene from CNN at breakfast one morning about famine in Somalia

CNN AND THE BREAKFAST TABLE.

Where is your conscience?
Has it turned its back
On the bitter pill of human
Misery?

I SAW you at breakfast
Killing that child.
Starving him to death.
I SAW you fixated
On the pathetic hordes
Huddled like sticks
With their hollow cheeks
And pitiful stares.

Marrrmalade on toast!
Scrape, scrape of hot butter
And then the sweet, thick
Chunks of orange peel
And that TANG!

CRUNCH!

Rifle butt cracks a starving
Skull, and you sat
Fixated.

Yes YOU! I'm talking
To YOU!

OH GO AND EAT YOUR TOAST!!

dg famine 1996

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