Homeless Alone
by David Michael Jackson

 The war goes on
 and people die, as if
 we care, as if
 they matter more than
 football or
 erectile dysfunction.
 They are screaming in the silence of
 the news,
 they are the children
 of war, they are
 waiting for us to
 notice, for us to
 stop killing more.
 They are
 collateral
 damage.
 They wait in the silence after
 the battle, after the
 blood has dried.
 They sing songs of
 what might have been, of
 love, of other
 children they loved who
 lost all, children who
 cried alone in their
 tears, mommy, daddy
 where did you go
 why did you leave me to
 cry into the
 pillow?

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