crying kid with mud-caked face
dripping tattered shorts lean on
fallen wall; alone and hopeless
nobody came to her assistance
everybody busy digging corpse
wishing at least one is breathing
frustration covered face laments
too tired to even give comments
social worker with cups of soup
came with an encouraging smile
changes atmosphere for a while
to be drown by moans and cries
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