If only
We could take wing above the earth
Take the temperature of feelings
End the sorrow of men’s actions
The children bear the most of it
Hiding it under quilted seams
Trying not to remember it all
When it comes out in dreams.
https://dversepoets.com/2022/11/14/quadrille-164-winging-it/
The Bag Lady 
I like how this spills down, getting slightly smaller as it goes. Maybe we take heed, indeed.
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This line in particular is just perfect ‘Hiding it under quilted seams’
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Thanks so much
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Chilling all that evil men’s vileness cause
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