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I haven't seen

I haven’t seen
a four-year-old with a rifle in his hands
but a six-year-old in a sandbox with a butt
sayin’: fuck y’all motherfuckers

I haven’t seen
killed in a bomb attack
neither newborners dumped in a trashcan
but a drunken guy hitting his child

I haven’t seen
the fires of deserts
I haven’t heard shots of cannons
but a whisper of the dying in a provincial hospital
where one stands in the queue for their death

I haven’t seen
the dearth of African kids
but beggars at the main station
and parents not having money for bread for their kids