I look in and I see her face.
There, in her eyes, I see
A haven from all the
Debris of World War Three:
The passing explosions and
Screaming of children as their
Innocence is stolen,
As they are, too,
From their cribs.
I can see it soaking into their skin.
I can feel it all sinking in me.
I can feel so much hate. |
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