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Ik heb besloten om er zelf niet over te bloggen, over het nijpende vluchtelingenprobleem. De problematiek van het niet helpen dus, of het gebrek aan empathie. Ik ga er zelf momenteel niet over schrijven maar laat The Isley Brothers het woord nemen.



All babies together, everyone a seed
Half of us are satisfied, half of us in need
Love's beautiful in us, tarnished by our greed
When will there be a harvest for the world

A nation planted, so concerned with gain
As the seasons come and go, greater grows the pain
And far too many feelin' the strain
When will there be a harvest for the world

Gather every man, gather every woman
Celebrate your lives, give thanks for your children
Gather everyone, gather all together
Overlooking none, hopin' life gets better for the
world

Dress me up for battle, when all I want is peace
Those of us who pay the price, come home with the
least
Nation after nation, turning into beast
When will there be a harvest for the world