A Caged Child’s Cry

Her cry alights my soul
as a wasp whose sting comes
without fail.

Indifferent.
A nation of indifferents
we’ve become.
Watching children die
with the same eye,
nonchalance,
with which we delete ads.

The crenation
of our souls,
hearts,
happens in real time.
Who will speak for us
when our time
comes?
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2019

In Room 720