Stories of war-torn bodies
and families separated by
powers beyond them
march through my day
periodically
I have not seen their
faces, but their stories
haunt me as I sit in
classes or shop for groceries
feeling heartsick
Wishing for peace or
some end to violence
and so many dead
innocents... unlucky
only in their location
No matter how hard
it may be to listen
or view or be mindful
of so much suffering,
such vigilance
Remains important...
remains necessary
to ensure such pain
is not forgotten or hidden
from the world
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