Alondra Bentley
the news
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When the casualties are counted by hundreds
away on the other side of an ocean wide
it isn't real.
In my side of the world a cicada sings,
all is calm.
When the casualties are counted by hundreds
and I'm in my living room
I might sing a tune, I might cry.
In my side of the world a breeze brushes the trees,
all is calm.