The central tower stands against the sky,A dark silhouette watching every cage,We cannot see the cold, unblinking eye,Yet we act out our parts upon the stage.No heavy chains are needed for the wrist,When policing is buried in the heart,The invisible warden does persist,And tears the fabric of the mind apart.We check our shadows, discipline our speech,And form our bodies to the standard mold,For power has a long and quiet reach,That shapes the young and paralyzes old.The truest prison has no iron door:We guard ourselves and pace the stone-cold floor.
MICRO FINANCE unknown to many is the sole panacea to mass poverty eradication in human society.The blog specifically focuses on the industry around the world but with more bias on Africa-unarguably the poorest region of the world.
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