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Africa - Wheres The Profit?
A poetic comment that just welled up inside my head ? why cant we just do something ? before many more are dead? How pious those politicians are, I don't remember requesting weapons, I didn't ask for that highway, Did I ask to stockpile food in hangars, The cost of clothes, for the 'P.M's' wife, And if every politician, in the world, If we must invade some countries, Conglomerates make huge profits, So Mister Politician, if you are itching to invade, Let's all invade Africa, with help and love and aid! So now it's over to you, let your voice be heard. Don't let this sin continue, it really is absurd! John Roberts is a Freelance Training Consultant in the UK and a Director of JayrConsulting Ltd. http://www.jayrconsulting.co.uk
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