THE HAUNTING

A child's fragile frame, curled tight on the ground,
Silent cries echo, but make no sound.
A vulture waits, patient, cold, and near,
In the heart of despair, death hovers here.

Empty bellies, hollow eyes, too weak to fight,
Life fades slowly under fading light.
The world looks on through a captured lens,
Yet their hunger, their pain—when does it end?

Kevin's eyes, heavy with grief,
Held the burden beyond belief.
A prize in hand, but a heart lost deep,
In shadows where haunted memories creep.

For all who saw, did you feel his pain?
Or did the child just die in vain?
A picture worth a thousand screams,
Of broken hopes, of shattered dreams.

Will we forget, or will we dare
To face this truth, this cross we bear?
For while we watch from afar, detached,
Another child is left unmatched.

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