The Girl Who Died
It is a miracle we live
On an Earth that cares
When we only allow
Worst magics
Against the planet’s will
Her inclination toward
Sunlit food and love
We counter God
And all the better parts
Because we must have this or that
The blood on it
To ignore
Or kept there as an eldritch
Badge
An accomplishment that only demons
Cannot ignore
At judgment
C L Couch
THE HORRIFYING DEATH OF A SYRIAN INFANT UNDERSCORES THE BRUTALITY OF ASSAD’S SIEGE WARFARE “Sahar Dofdaa lived a tragically short and painful life. With sunken eyes and frail, protruding bones, the famished infant hardly stood a chance. Trapped in a Syrian conflict zone, her mother was too malnourished to breastfeed, and her father too impoverished to afford milk supplements.” [HuffPost]
clcouch123 
October 30, 2017 at 3:07 am
Well written poem Christopher. Great to bring more awareness of this horrifying case. The picture literally had me in tears. I couldn’t believe that was the baby the starving mother had birthed. That it had even survived to be so malnourished just to die. 😢
November 1, 2017 at 12:45 am
Thanks, Amanda, thanks for reading and responding. It is horrifying, just that. I wish she would drive home–really, all our homes, our nations–an axiom that all on Earth must be fed and sheltered.
I hope you are really well. Have a good All Saints tomorrow.
November 1, 2017 at 2:07 am
Thanks Christopher I will, you too!