Cold wars...Genocide...

Slavery of Man

Third World poverty...

Multimillionaires



Mass starvation,

but don't be

alarmed



That

part of the

population

doesn't matter

much anyway

Blood drunk like

water, now no

more rain



No more victims for

for the altar

In the temple of decay



Watch the frightened

refugee seeking

sanctuary

His govern-

ment



wants him

dead...

He has no choice.



Old woman in the

gutter, just barely alive

The crown turns

look away

They never ask why.

Why are we DISEASED