A Sock
Just a sock lying there
on the shattered ground
calling out to humanity
questioning the declaration
that all is fair in love and war
where is fairness
in a life just started
snatched by the bombs of belief
that one cause has more value than another
a child’s sock
tattered and stained
lying where the bombs fell
a life unlived
if that is belief
then fairness is shame
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