She turned to the sun and smiled
her weakness fading it fast,
the light had raised hope that
somehow, now would be other.
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She tolerated the torment of
inhuman hunger and grief, as
she was too young to know
of a people punishing children.
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Her heart fluttered and fitted as
the sun rose to its heights, and
shifted her
stick,
thin
spindly
legs,
as death came to claim her.
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Her sister watched wearily
she’d tried to eat weeds,
and her writhing bloated
belly freed her spirit from pain,
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unnoticed, like a petal of
blossom, floating gently back
to mother earth, snatched from
a frost bitten, bewildered tree.
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No milk soft mother, foraging
father or big, brave brothers,
they died weeks ago when
the army came and hell broke out.
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They lay together rotting, forgotten
by a world, wise in covid19,
but deaf to a child’s choked off
cry for crumbs from the rich man’s table.
