Chapter 25

This chapter shows a failed harvest. Not because the year was too dry, or floods destroyed the crops. Not because the fruit came in sour and rotten. Not because bugs infested and crippled the crops. No, it was because a profit couldn't be turned. Money couldn't be made, and that deemed the fruit to be useless. Unable to fufill its purpose, not as food for the hungry, but a money for the rich. So the farmers toss it aside. Cripple their own crop, sabotage the dinner of thousands. Becuase these farmers pay no heed to the starving people around them, watching them. How can they? They could sell to these desperate families, but at the cost of angering the larger farms, and quite possibly losing their own homes and jobs. So who's fault is it? Can you really blame these small time farmers trying to keep up with the ever growing corporations disguised as farms? These farmers, they know they're only a step away from the "okies". They know they are one bad move away from starving with everyone else. So the blame is endless, an infinite loop. There is always someone to blame, something to blame. And it gets to the point where blame becomes pointless. It doesn't matter who screwed you over, it only matters that you were. So who do you blame? Who is the root of all this suffering?