I saw the news the other day – and it’s not gone away.
It’s proving hard to put out of mind. Impossible, I find.
A frail child, lying still. I wondered, was she alive?
Until… I saw a movement, tiny, small. And that was all.
Delicate limbs, needle-thin. Doting father, only kin.
Daughter in his lean arms held. Courage, felled.
Sorry plight, fragile, weak. Mercy now, all he could seek.
And all he had to hold her there – was love and prayer.
Those pictures flickered on my screen. In countless homes they too were seen.
Not sure our hearts can yet contain – such bitter pain.
I wonder can such crying need, pierce our apathy & greed,
For a far off child’s sake, can our hearts break?
I doubt that I can fully rest, till such injustice we arrest.
Until the bombs and guns will cease – I’ll have no peace.