He saw the world through gunsmoke and rubble, Fear and violence all he knew. She strolled through green fields and clear skies, Not a gunshot, just birdsong in view. He learned to hide and fight to survive, Trust no one, sleep with one eye open. She made friends with neighbors and strangers, Safe to dream, learn, grow, and be open. The same sun rises over their lands, But different worlds occupy each place - One defined by trauma, tension, and loss, The other by comfort, calm, and grace. Yet their shared humanity connects them, Though their lives seem worlds apart. All deserve to feel safe and at peace, With compassion – the bridge to each heart.
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