Today I woke up in Syria
to sniffles from a little girl
crouched in the corner
A human ball
in a ragged frock.
Her tiny hands
clutching a headless doll
which she handed me
with a desperate plea;
some food for a broken doll
Today I woke up in Syria
to a screaming woman
pleading life
for her husband
buried alive
as her son looked on
his face so blank
eyes now glazed
with unspoken terror
holding him in place
Today I woke up in Syria
to a sobbing woman
subsisting in an empty space,
in tattered robes, with
broken bones and
bruises blue
Honour lost and
dignity bled
by a uniform
meant to protect
Today I woke up in Syria
with blood on my hands
And no tears to shed
as I looked away
sending silent prayers on their way
dreaming of a better day.
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As I said on FB, I'm speechless. The imagery was very powerful and overwhelming.
ReplyDelete"Today I woke up in Syria
ReplyDeletewith blood on my hands
And no tears to shed
as I looked away
sending silent prayers on their way
dreaming of a better day."
This is the plot of the poem I felt. Yes, we are tamed with incidents happening around us! The circumstances mould us to "no tears to shed"