I don’t have the words to weigh in,
to condemn or to cry out in pain
at all the unnecessary deaths,
the targeting of people who look
just like their attackers.
Their only crime is to be born
in a different country.
My words fail me.
I don’t have the words to weigh in,
to condemn or to cry out in pain
at all the unnecessary deaths,
the targeting of people who look
just like their attackers.
Their only crime is to be born
in a different country.
My words fail me.
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