Overlapping scars.
Disappointments.
So many on the Earth's soft skin.
One voice so small.
Hear it?
I'm coming to save it.
That voice so small.
The soft padding of his feet.
Bare feet.
The toughened skin underneath
such innocent toes.
Such suffering.
Hold on boy, I'm coming.
The wealthy smile splattered
across the face of a poor child.
Sitting in the dirt road.
Bare feet.
Hold them rocks.
You play soccer quite well.
With those feet.
Bare feet.
I'm coming for you Tiago.
No more dirt roads. No, no.
Green grass where the rocks are soft.
Play soccer with a real ball. No rocks.
No rocks.
Just bare feet.
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