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Now the baby cries
no longer orphaned, she lies
in my mama's arms
Close to family
Mama, this baby and I
Papa's gone to fight
Will Papa come home?
Sleeping hearts forever roam
maybe we're alone
Laying here tonight
contemplating faded words
I can't stand more death
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YOU ARE READING
War of Cities
PoetryWhat's left of the U.S. after the initial fighting is broken down into large cities. Resources are limited. 11-year-old Sura is caught in the middle of the mess-- there's violence in the streets and her Papa's gone away to fight. Hear about the horr...
