Little Smiles
Stop the silent killing,
everyday thousands are dead.
Mass genocide,
no one even cares.
Spirits are unsettled,
lying in purgatory.
Some mothers are left unwell,
others take it as "oh well".
Some suffer post trauma,
others take this for granted.
Babies lie lifeless,
not even reaching one year.
Not even little kids,
adolescence is untaught to them.
Adulthood was only a grasp,
seniority a distant memory.
Stopping the silent death,
will save the little smiles.
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