Little bodies fall.
Help me find the sense
because
I must be missing something.
Silencing pleading screams
with heavy artillery.
The pile grows uninterrupted,
undisturbed by prying eyes.
These small vessels stack so neatly;
reduced to tallies
woefully under counted.
History creeps,
callously picking sides.
No truth to be found
only cruelty;
only only only
the stench of war taking root.
Our minds are cloudy and distracted.
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