The Untimely Death of Children

This is the text of the entire poem written in memory of the dead children of Syria, extracts of which I have used for my video Children of Syria 

Be still my heart.

The death of infants is upon me

The death of children is upon me

The terrible death of the young is upon me.

Be still my soul

Do not tremble shaking the foundations of the world.

Stand still


Hush in the presence of the ghostly procession

Of the little children

Some pierced in the heart

Some tortured

Some slain

Some eyeless

 I feel damned

I feel my complicity

For having failed to shield and protect.

Can I wash my hands clean of this crime?

I am shaking

For the death of children has overtaken me

I have blood on my hands

We have blood on our hands

Shall we ever be forgiven?

When you cried mama

Where was I

Where were the mothers of the world?

When I heard you cry mama

I raised my eyes to the crimson sunset of blood and cried

See, see where Christ’s blood streams in the firmament!


Be still be still

For the blood of children is all around me

The man-made darkness engulfs us

O where were we


For the childish ghostly procession is upon us

Let the star of love rise and redeem us


By Alisar Iram

Our morning star

©Alisar Iram

About alisariram

I am an artist, a writer and a researcher. I know Arabic and English . I am interested in music and art of every description. I like to describe myself as the embodiment of a harmonious marriage between two cultures which I value and treasure.
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