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 fucking country our numbing blindness
our politicians unmoored from morals. Tiny brown children play hopscotch in dust, so full of life
and breath, so tiny underneath skies of thunder bursting death. We are all so tiny so tiny dear Lord tell us how to be what to do.
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