Those eyes filled with anger, sorrow, fear and confusion
Can you see the heavy weight
Inside those eyes there is no illusion
Can you see the horrors of what they are afraid
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It reminds me of the terrible fact that children that spend their whole upbringings surrounded by bigottry, death, violence and war hardly care about it as they grow up; they are a sort of numb mixture of passionate hatred and casual reactions to it. Yet when the alternative is being the sorrowful state of a child which you portray; I'm not sure which is the cluster I would rather belong to. I am grateful I'm even able to sit back and concern over it actually. Thanks for the thoughts.
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It reminds me of the terrible fact that children that spend their whole upbringings surrounded by bigottry, death, violence and war hardly care about it as they grow up; they are a sort of numb mixture of passionate hatred and casual reactions to it. Yet when the alternative is being the sorrowful state of a child which you portray; I'm not sure which is the cluster I would rather belong to. I am grateful I'm even able to sit back and concern over it actually. Thanks for the thoughts.