For the torment in the hearts of the refugees fleeing Syria who are trapped between a world destroyed and a future that is uncertain………..
The little boy lay still,
His lifeless body limp,
Murdered by a tide of baseless hatred,
Of senseless terror.
Radiant dreams his parents held
Hope that flickered in their heart
An open flame on a gusty day.
Miles away I watch
the crisis unfold.
tears stream down my cheeks,
Stories of pain, of families torn
who have given up all they have known
They walk miles
Wait on railway tracks
Charter hostile waters
in pursuit of simple joys, peace,
and a sense of togetherness without fear
only to be cruelly turned away !
Stories of mothers who yearn to cook
a meal for the ones they love,
Of fathers who cherish the day they
will come home to watch their little ones
play in abandon,
a day without violence, without terror.
I cry because
I live their dream and yet
I fret about
a pile of dirty dishes
(remnants of a meal well enjoyed)
toys strewn around
after a playdate
(The house still echoes with the laughter
of children allowed to express joy freely)
no bombs falling, no bullets flying.
They risk their lives for this ….
I cry because I now value
my mundane perfect life.