10 Mar
just look into those horrified eyes
of the traumatized toddler girl
without her mama
or papa
whose bloody bodies drape
a rough cart pushed by relatives
voices whisper
viewing their phones
that's for those people
five thousand miles away
they're not civilized
their clothes are unfashionable
those can barely speak English
so the finger presses the sleep

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Posted by on March 10, 2022 in Poetry


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