. . .

on my way to work
a school bus hugs the children
of my immediate neighborhood
a parent a grandparent a guardian is always there
to see them off safely

i think back of my own child’s privilege
hand-in-hand with mine . . .

children also live in other parts of the world
left without parents grandparents guardians
awaiting their unnatural deaths
contracted by the psychopaths of their birth nations

in those forgotten geographies
even school busses refuse tiny corpses

June 7, 2017



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