The little brown child, cherubic;
drowned or bloodied, lost,
appears to spark debate about
The Cost Of War. Suddenly
Something Must Be Done,
just Not In My Name.
No longer, then, One Of Them.
We are assuaged for a day
by a picture crassly reminding:
all blood is red. Yesterday
and tomorrow it will be just
a pity, but for one bleak moment
we allow ourselves to feel
what it must be like
to be a human being.
I am not a silent poet 
This so accurately reflects my sentiments surrounding 1 photo that people 😥 over for 3 days when hoorors have happened for years and show no sign of stopping. Thank you.
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