Friday, August 26, 2016

Lament for the Children of Syria

I do not seek you
where the children peer
into the burning night;

fire, false dawn
consumes their eyes,
rages through thin skin.

I do not know
where you go when
the gas softly flows
through the shelter;

have you left us here
in this veil of tears, fear-
full and alone?

Oh, where may I seek you
but in this green shade
of whitened bone?

(1 Oct 2013)

1 comment:

  1. This is a beautiful and poignant poem of anguish over the plight of so many innocent souls on this earthly plane. Beautiful.