They are there under the trees crying
They are there not up the trees laughing
Among the apples and the olives because
They are there piercing the dominion of death sobbing,
Death itself cradling the newborn and the infants lamenting
For it was not for this capturing of baby souls
That he was bidden to come and collect.
Death gapes at the wrongness of it
As if time has stood still frozen in pain
As if the earth shifted lost for a while
©Alisar Iram
The Syrian Guernica
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