When lives are as cheap as those throw-away T-shirts

How my heart clenches this Sunday morning….Bangladesh…the place I first found children could be adorable…those big eyes with the longest eyelashes ever looking at me and little hands holding on my hands and sleeves as I walked through a flash flood torn village…..It was so many years ago and where are they now? Street urchins and orphans struggled through and grew up…just to be crushed? I could not bear this thought……Yes, what could we do? so many years of so called poverty alleviation and development works? what for? To cheer myself up, I might want to end with a happier note, otherwise……In support of the striking dockworkers, Hong Kong citizens chipped in a staggering HKD 7.5M to wage war against de tycoon of the city…….Awakening and justice starts from wherever that is closest to us……May power be to the people…ALWAYS. [sorry, Simon i have jammed in your post….for a place I once worked hard to mobilize the people of HK to support and changed the international aid policy back then.]