There was a small child,
tucked in her bed............
dreaming her dreams,
they were simple dreams, as the dreams of children often are...........
What she would do
as the sun rose........
What games she would play,
what treasures she would find........
An excitement to discover,
what the day would bring....
filled her tiny mind.
and brought an immense delight,
to the simplicity of her heart.........
Imagine....her surprise
to discover that today, she could not play outside...........
too many bombs falling,
skies blackened by smoke......
fear rampant in the eyes
of the adults who were
her sworn protectors............
What excuse could they give her?
Those adults whose arms were meant to hold her safely,
whose hearts were meant to love her,
and all of the other innocents like her...........
What complicated justification could resonate?
with the simplicity of her mind...........
as to why, her joy, her dream and the dreams of all the others, like her, should be so discarded......
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