THE CRY

THE CRY

He held her head,

The one he kissed when she first glanced at him.

He held her hand,

The one he held when she took her first step with a sweet grin.

He held her body,

The one that now lay still covered in blood.

He held her for the last time,

Is that what she deserved?

He led her to bed,

To lay peacefully with the dead.

He led her to her grave,

To send her back from where she came.

He led her to her mother,

Who was already there before her.

He led her to their family,

The one he lost in this war against humanity.

He had bid goodbye,

To his beloved wife,

He had bid goodbye,

To his parents (under the rubble)who he couldn’t  find,

Ha had bid goodbye,

To many other innocent lives,

He now bid goodbye,

To his five year old with a loud cry,

“Allow me to be yet another victim of an air strike

because I too, soon wish to die.”

                                        -DelzinV. Dastoor

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PRAY FOR SYRIA . PRAY FOR THE WORLD

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