.Huddled in the light of a cellular billboard
A family of four is a nation at war>
In her head are the echoes of weeping
Of children the Sunday before
The promises made by her Father>
Are no match for hunger's incline
So she fell to her knees as she cried,
"In the Innocent's.
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