Scorched and Burned
Seventeen children
on a highway to hell
Thumbs out—noses down,
perdition rings their bell
Seventeen children,
their backs now fully turned
The piper calls them blindly
—their futures scorched and burned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
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