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Young child
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The sun beats down
on the scorched land
struggling plants withered
without any water
two tracks of dirt
dusty and hard
coming from nowhere
and continuing on
a lone child cries
without their mother
tears dry so fast
on the dirty cheeks
someone who
you might call human
left them here
to die in the desert
silver was paid
a dream to buy
a nightmare though
was delivered
the young child cries
alone in the desert
and I watch
sitting in comfort
just turn away
just change the channel
but I still see
