No Apologies

I pay bribes… to a poor farmer; to keep his children in school, away from choking factories. I kneel and pray for this humble man's fortunes to change; for the dark clouds to disappear, leaving nothing but a harmless blue.

I pay bribes, so lock me away… but leave this man in peace.

 

T. E. Samad.

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