“Meanwhile, most of the poorest of the poor suffer silently, too weak for activism or too busy with raising the next generation of hungry. In the sprawling slum of Haiti’s Cite’ Soleil, Placide Simone 29, offered one of her five offspring to a stranger.
‘Take one,’ she said, cradling a listless baby and motioning toward four rail-thin toddlers, none of whom had eaten that day. ‘You pick. Just feed them.”
The Horsemen of the Apocalypse, The Hole in Our Gospel.