The pure and selfish motive
Of a child knowing nothing
Is to control what it loves
And to saturate the nights
With its terrified screaming
But to think within its smallness
A huge aura is trying to settle
On a decision to stay or go
War-torn they come back to us
From heaven's camps
In search of healing
And end up healing us
But why the war so long
And the child so old
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