I confess: I’ve an addiction
To the rural countryside:
Having grown up next to a farm
(On the edge of suburbia)
The sights, scents, and sounds
Of cows or horses in a field
Remind me of the happy place we called home.
But what about the children
Who grow up in a battle zone?
Will they find comfort
In the sights, scents, and sounds
Of violence?
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