I don't usually suck my breath in when I read a poem, but the poem reprinted in this post "got to me".
It's true, I think, that we tend to have just all sorts of lovely ideas about mankind and the universe that sound fine until somebody tries to apply them to us. But ouch.
(Note to parents: it might not be suitable for your kids. Your call.)
Hat tip: http://wittingshire.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-blog-musings-of-pilgrim.html
Incident at Hawk’s Hill by Allan W. Eckert
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Benjamin MacDonald is the six year old younger son of William and Esther
MacDonald. The year is 1870, and the place is somewhere to the north of
Winnipeg, ...
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