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broken swingsets

litter the crimson stained

sandboxes.

smoke cleared

only to reveal

kid corpses.

hatred once concealed.

the fight between

the foreign child -

darkened hair

beady eyes.

and our very own

pride and dream

personified -

lightened skin.

blondish hair.

quarrels over

swinging rights

escalated

clean into childish spite.

now two premature

bags of bones

to be buried

in the wake of

a playground war.

poorer souls though

those survived

later we'll just

give em guns

and watch them run.