New Triangles.

New Triangles. Wear the new triangles, behind the chain-link fences, orchestra of crying children, dread anthem of the summer sun, Separate the little ones, no need to sew the yellow to their shirts, they wear their badge forever, on their skin, Build the wall and mend the wire, with bricks of fear send it higher,... Continue Reading →

Burning Bibs

Burning Bibs. That moment went fascination and opportunity collide,The wonderment of innocence and a terrible price extracted on a child,Copy cat,flickering flames,melted plastic and pain.

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