Sisi


Stark children running in the weathered dirt
Metal weapons fast in hand
Chanting out their frenzied thoughts
Parents scold the thoughtless tots

Fused minds can not be molded
Their faces are blindfolded

Playing in their muddled mess
Their crimson hands fold in prayer
Magnifying ants with sun,
A comic game that ends with none

The time to act was then
The time to act is now
The time to act is

Gone...

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