Across the lands
Across the seas
eleven thousand children have been murdered
in just a little over three months time
11,000 children have been murdered
in one hundred and eight days
Where was I one hundred and eight days ago?
curled up against my toddler daughter
her ringlet hair tangling in the night
her warm sweet smell
soft body spoons into mine
Across the lands
Across the seas
A mother tells the reporter
”the fire rained all around us
My daughter beside me was charred!
She burned and I couldn’t help her.”
Where am I now while children are murdered?
28 weeks pregnant.
Thinking of others
pregnant like me
Across the lands
Across the seas
while bombs fall
while fire rains
children murdered
in front of my pregnant
tired body
then to birth a child
while fire rains
while baby after baby after baby
is murdered
they won’t live to see their first birthday
but for nine months their mothers
carried them in their wombs
under their hearts
How will they go on?
Too sad to think about, but we HAVE to think about it.