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Look at how young,
trembling with fear.
You shouldn’t have come.
You shouldn’t be here.

So many are dying;
we don’t need you, too…
Your family is worried;
they’re waiting for you.

Look at how young,
he trembles no more.
I wish he’d not come
like I told him before.

© L. Rose (pre-1986)

 

Tremble