Poem: She tells me she is glad

She tells me she is glad

I understand it.  It is good
to want them home,

to want them returned.

I understand that.
But I think of other things,

of all that was done.

I want to ask her
what will be done

for those killed

in pursuit 
of that release?

Consider them,

consider, even,
just the children.

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