Today’s ‘moment’

Came in a picture

A little boy

And I do mean little

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Young enough to cry

Innocence that creates naïve

Mystery mixed in with the ugly

Reality of actions that may

Resonate throughout his

Remaining childhood

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If childhood exists any longer

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I see the boy standing

With a badge of dishonor

While mom ‘looms’ nearby

Not sure why

But I can’t see any humor

In her eyes

Though there is that pain

I can’t tell in the fuzziness

Of the glossed over moment

Whether there are tears

Or strains of rage

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Someone took the photo

Who are they?

Family friend of torture

A passerby that knows no

Boundary

Just wants to recognize

A display of pure ugliness

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Who am I today

Another passerby

Noticing a moment

A little boy

Carrying a sign

With pain in his eyes

I wonder about him in ten years

When he reflects upon this day

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Will there be shame?