Sad Haikus
Your middle-class life
Is my dream of ample wealth
As I crouch in mud
My new pants and shirt
Are your last year’s fashion togs
I’ve no time for style
Bags of grain you send
Feed our families for a day
A one item menu
You, soft cushions, drapes
Lamps, knick-knacks, books, a carpet
Me, a cooking pot
Bullets kill a child
In your city miles away
Bombs kill my neighbors
Your beloved pets
Eat delivered premier treats
My little child starve
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