Methinks I saw an little boy
An little boy go wandering but to and fro
To and fro quite aimlessly
And yet with steady purpose
Closely
Closely watching him
This tiny thing
I measured so much focus in his tiny steps
And tiny breaths
And wondered how an little boy
Might wander so much
Woefully yet woefully
Saddened
With his little head down low
Saddened with his furrowed brow
Hands in pockets little lips but moving
Slowly
Tiny breaths with smaller words
About the things he'd seen
The things they made him do
The things he'd done
O! Children! Children no
O! Children! Hands in pockets
Wandering
They will take you
They will teach you
They will kill you
They will come
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