The Gift
New,blue pajamas wrapped
him from head to toes,
Like a Christmas gifr.
The little boy lay
so quiet and still,
arms stright by his side.
His blond hair fell gentle
across his forehead.
His pale cheeks no longer rosy,
as they should be still,
on such a little boy.
Carefully placed in a snowy
Nebraska cornfield,
Like a winter offering,
He was coldlly laid to rest
on a lonely Christmas Eve,
a sacrifice to the inhumanity
of man to man.
MDA
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