I saw a boy
Sleeping
Motionlessly
On a seashore.
He never guessed
He would come from
Aleppo
To die
On the golden sands of the Old
Old Land
His Dad, heart broken into
A thousand nights and night
His soul shattered like
Breaking pebbles
Falling from cliffs
Of prickly nonsense
I cried
No one heard my crying tears
Imprisoned
Within my ears
I cried again
I begged the crescent
To send his mercy on
The tender body
Of this little teddy.
Homage to the Syrian boy who drowned on a beach near Turkish resort of
Bodrum.
Oujda: 10/01/2016