Overseas, a child dies,
her blue bear stuffed and cast
asunder,
collateral damage in a useless war
of words and weapons;
and here, too, a child dies,
more slowly over time,
collaterally,
while the fat get fatter, the rich,
richer,
her dreams abandoned, lost in
poverty and ignorance -
the children dream perhaps of hope,
of love, perhaps
of peace.
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