Lurking Lives and Eating Pies
You who live safe In your warm houses, You who find, returning in the evening, Hot food and friendly faces:  Consider if this is a man 
Who works in the mud, Who does not know peace,  Who fights for a scrap of bread, Who dies because of a yes or a no.
Consider if this is a woman Without hair and without name,  With no more strength to remember,  Her eyes empty and her womb cold  Like a frog in winter.  
Meditate that this came about. I command these words to you. Carve them in your hearts,  At home, in the street, Going to bed, rising; Repeat them to your children.  
Or may your house fall apart, May illness impede you,  May your children turn their faces from you.
[If This Is A Man - Primo Levi]

You who live safe 
In your warm houses, 
You who find, returning in the evening, 
Hot food and friendly faces:  
Consider if this is a man 

Who works in the mud, 
Who does not know peace,  
Who fights for a scrap of bread, 
Who dies because of a yes or a no.

Consider if this is a woman 
Without hair and without name,  
With no more strength to remember,  
Her eyes empty and her womb cold  
Like a frog in winter.  

Meditate that this came about. 
I command these words to you. 
Carve them in your hearts,  
At home, in the street, 
Going to bed, rising; 
Repeat them to your children.  

Or may your house fall apart, 
May illness impede you, 
 May your children turn their faces from you.

[If This Is A Man - Primo Levi]

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