Unbearable
Asleep, it seemed, on lonely stretch of beach,
wearing toddler’s clothes, life just out of reach;
wretched photo destined to win many awards
while families assaulted by hatred’s petards,
many villains here caused this sorrowed fate,
pinned by vicious manifestations of human hate.
Copyright © Jim Tidd | Year Posted 2015
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