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Accused of witchcraft or sorcery, children with cleft lips or palates are often driven into hiding in several African countries, forced to live as outcasts unless they receive an early operation. In the Suka clinic in the Burkina Faso capital Ouagadougou, a volunteer recounts the story of one young mother made to flee her village after giving birth to a "cursed child". Many parents hide such children -- fearing they will be taunted or made into pariahs -- due to the lack of available medical care. "When he was born I was so sad that I could no longer eat," said Habibatou Saaba, whose 18-month-old son Zidan was born with a cleft lip. Source: AFP

The working man works 80 hours a week, and begs to be allowed to keep some of the money he's earned without it being stolen by his employer who gets bonuses based on how much money he steals from his employees. The protester, absolutely desperate for something, ANYTHING to keep himself from starving to death slowly over the next few weeks, is willing to work 80 hours a week at what is essentially slave-labour. A good cartoon. ...And he shits on a car because he has no home and is violently ill but is being told he isn't important enough to be given some $0.30 pills that will fix the problem.

Breakfast in bed Beneath the sheets My tongue a syringe Puncture through the meek Sagging walls Those pursed lips My tongue to befall upon With sloppy slobbering of dribble drool Gargle fluids from your pool That time of the month On your period tonight Your casserole The dripping jelly roll A sip of fish and chips May I peel back those lips for a kiss? Rimming with salmon and cocaine Left the gums to sear And my tongue in silence Smear my cancer of the mouth Corrode the tumors protruding from my cheeks Gushing fluid from the gums Puss filled and curling from the teeth A voracious appetite Quench my thirst for your thick shake Between my molars lies Your umber sponge cake Tumors tangled on those cactus hairs My tongue ensnared By putrid chunks bursting their flavor On my palate When you lactate crusted cum Oh how I crave For your ripened plumb To touch mucus membranes And scrape your fungus in vain These visceral needs Become a slave to your Fromunda cheese Rotten yogurt From a pulsating cunt Expelling the curd Disgorge on the lower scab Now lap it up you vile hag My tongue the swab Licking my chops At the prospects of dining your flesh Like the scabies on your spoiled crotch A vulva engorged Embracing the lavish blood rush That gluttonous lust Diminished returns to vanish For the mania of the apex The spillage through the cracks As I’m flooded with cream Depleting the source Still starving for your esteem