Ice cream

Ice cream in hand 
Goes the young lad, 
Careless and carefree. 
But God forbid 
It’s taken away, 
A morbid tragedy: 
The child screamed 
Relentlessly, 
Poor me, 
Listening 
To the youngsters 
Brutality. 
Spoiled little 
Self-entitled 
Machine
— An Americanized 
     Teen.

Ice cream by K. Saitta
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