The news shows a child with black hair
Standing still in the desert sands;
There is no thinking in her stare;
To no end she clasps her small hands;
Bullets and bombs endanger her;
The gunmen are not far behind.
Immobile she stares at the void;
You can’t see the terror traces;
Don’t the macho men in pick-ups
With their rote male mythology
Know that a child is more sacred
Than any tin-eared theology!
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