They live in crowded slums, full of rubbish, dust, and dilapidation. They may suffer from AIDS and tuberculosis at any time, and they have to continue to work in order to survive. They do not have good medical facilities and medicines, so they can only passively accept large medicines The company's gift, and this generous gift is the life-threatening charm that took their lives. They never imagined that they would be buried in the lime earlier after walking all day and night, hoping that the medicine that could save their own lives. And the voices protesting for them were also ruthlessly and cruelly smothered in a way that makes it impossible to imagine that this was done by a race that lives on the same planet as us. Lying on the corpse platform, covered with a white cloth Women, hanging upside-down men with their genitals, they used to work around the clock, searching for evidence of sin, even sacrificing themselves in exchange for important information, protesting for these people who have suffered all the time. But those big bosses, big forces, have long been dazzled by the stench of money, and they are thinking about how many figures they can earn from the success of new medicines. Who will hinder them. This is simply the 731 unit that has come to the African people, and thinking about our anger and resistance to the title of "log", they are still crying and begging, begging these same black-skinned doctors not to drive away They, let them eat these donated medicines that have expired and can be tax-free for enterprises. `````` Those skinny women and children are eagerly looking forward to the food dropped from the plane, but what follows is their own The brutal killing of fellow countrymen to fill their stomachs. Children are robbed, livestock are robbed of food, livestock are robbed, dilapidated houses are burned, people are running, shouting, hopeless, and finally to death. It is suffocating The scene, I hate why the camera is so real, why can't I beautify it a little bit, and my heart won't have such a strong throbbing. The throbbing is a kind of powerlessness, we can't do anything, because even if we do, it will Destroyed by these innumerable, steel and iron barrel-like forces, we are unable to change anything, because there are so many people living the same life, saving this and that is the same, we can't be ruthless Sweeping the streets, painting the walls, tidying up the city, helping the sick and saving lives, they can only shed tears of sympathy at the end of their short and insignificant life, powerless~~~~~~.
Yes, I'm not brave enough, I can't face those people in a shabby place full of dirty water germs, I don't have the courage to pick up the weak child to breastfeed, I can't even look at them bright His eyes, bright smile, that smile tugged at the heart.
Justin did it, he finally made the truth known to the public under the powerful opponent, so he will face death like going home. But will this killing end? Will this filth stop? Will this cursed group be delivered?
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