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Cool breeze
swaying trees
a waking day
a hungry stray
cries plaintively
now very weakly
big last breath
before death.
Laughter of children
playing in the sun
no hunger here
no need of fear
until someone
carried a gun
silence on the street
no children meet
now there is fear
everywhere.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 25, 2002