Love it or eat it

He told the president loud a clear, the refugees starve, King Lear. Chill, aide, I'm commander-in-chief, I've dealt with this beyond belief. But over there where people flee, across the Mediterranean Sea, refugees received the aid, from a man whose mind doth fade. One refugee said to another, what's in these boxes me it bothers. The American flag red white and blue, where these starving people expected food. So with nothing else left to eat, they imagine fabric as juicy meat. It hurts to swallow, father mine. Show respect, my son, and dine.


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