We dance a fancy dance all around the issue of deep poverty. Because deep poverty is doing its bloody dance all around us. These constants – deep poverty, abortion – beg an irony that has babies no one wants. No one supports kids in crisis anymore because there is no help. To be had. We cry and pray because Homo sapiens are mainy, fundamentally stupid. Forty thousand years of the in-charge speciies who have left their caves. Pity. An old white man with a beard up the sky will save us. Can you please begin to unsertand that someone has to.