Through the eyes of the children: a lament
Poem by Harvey Gillman.
We were taught to look for the good in everyone.
But when your eyes are filled with the blood
of your brothers; your ears echo with the cries
of your sisters; your head overwhelmed
with numbers beyond counting of splinters of dreams
scattered profusely over broken pavements,
how then are you to look, to see, to find, to cherish?
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