"Attachment is the root of suffering," said one man long ago
And that we are not so immune....
The baby cries as her rattle is taken away
So too a grown man as his house quickly burns to the ground
A boy searches frantically for a favorite old shoe
While nearby, a little girl longs for her missing doll
The veiled woman screams as her house explodes in the desert
Five thousand miles away, a mother falls to the ground as she accepts the folded flag
Whether great or small
Whether tragedy felt at home or over there
We are not so immune
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