Toddlers of Lahore
My heart goes to the lost toddler
And also to the dead, Brussels'
Must recall those ignored:
In Lahore, Pakistan.
I have been places
My heart is spread, divided
I have it devoted to people
Love you all as should, must.
That is why shed tears for the ones
Most distanced, less in sight
First Nations' Toddler, is now back
Considered and is worth celebrate
We know of what happened in schools
'Brutal'.
Isn't same, shouldn't be for others
Include Lahore of Pakistan?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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