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I Found A Feather
I found a feather
While taking out the trash
It was just lying on the ground
A gift I thought to bring a smile
They must have known
I dream of flying, yet remain
Secured to the ground
Meanwhile, bombings
Are going on in Aleppo
And while some mother's son
Is ending up in an ambulance
With his dust strewn face
Someone is opening up a window
Wondering about the commotion
But going on with their business
Going on with their lives
Such pedestrian activity
We live in flesh and blood
In this mortal moment
Suffering is increasingly becoming ordinary
No longer uncomfortable
Suffering happens while others look away
And while I examine closely
The feather that I have found
While taking out the trash
It was just lying on the ground
A gift I thought to bring a smile
They must have known
I dream of flying, yet remain
Secured to the ground
Meanwhile, bombings
Are going on in Aleppo
And while some mother's son
Is ending up in an ambulance
With his dust strewn face
Someone is opening up a window
Wondering about the commotion
But going on with their business
Going on with their lives
Such pedestrian activity
We live in flesh and blood
In this mortal moment
Suffering is increasingly becoming ordinary
No longer uncomfortable
Suffering happens while others look away
And while I examine closely
The feather that I have found
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