Tiny, we are all so tiny in the face of injustice
of bombardment of human people half a world away. People rubbled by our money mangled
by our adolescent country our numbing blindness
our politicians unmoored from morals and from law. Tiny brown children play hopscotch in dust, so full of life and breath, eyes gleaming awe and brimming awful tears, so tiny underneath skies of thunder that burst forth booming death. We are all so tiny so tiny dear Lord tell us how to be what to do. What can, what will, we do?
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