From time to time the headlines note
The tragic deaths of young children,
Causing a heavy lump in throat
Of all horrified by such sins.
But soon the headlines go back to
The grownup stuff around the world.
The comic/tragic adults do
That keep attention span aswirled.
It's bad enough that grownups fill
The time and headlines up with bad,
But all the time is filled with kill
Of children, but too few feel sad.
On planet Earth, feel some surprise
Ev'ry few seconds a child dies.
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