We Took the Town After a heavy Bombing...
The little dark boy
Lies in the street.
His guts hang out
And a toy train loose
On a string, forgotten.
His face is a mash
Of ooze and nothing.
A little plastic fish
Children float in the tub.
Darkness covers the street.
Far off a light still casts its glow
On all tomorrow promises...
For the little dark boy ?
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