Collateral Damage
Her smile masks sorrow
His anger and resentment fester just below the surface
These children are collateral damage
Tears stain their pillows
Tiny voices ask why
I don't have an answer
So I just whisper-hurry and say goodbye
Copyright © Tina Stecher | Year Posted 2006
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