Poor placename 

The third world, from whence life first came. 

The bronze medalist, that sleeps on beds of gold. That has spent far too long running from race, and dying from foreign AIDS… The farmer with an empty plate, who put food on everyone’s table. The source of pride to many. Despite its discounted  label.

 There is really only one world. A cruel one…”third” is just a fable.

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