Jul 1, 1992 | Bhakta Vic 108, Straight Talk, Volume-26 Number-04
DRY WIND SCRAPES over the dead land. Young boys cry, flies on their mouths, air in their bellies. Famine. Drought. Hopeless reality for millions of human beings. I can just see those Krishnas now, smugly sitting back, "Karma this, karma that."...
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