Children of Syria.©

How many days more
before I watch the news channel
stating, “no wars, or skirmishes
around the world to report?

I watch the hunger in the eyes of
children, covered in blood, and imagine
it getting dark, scabs forming on their
tender skin.

If I could, I would cover these children
with my body, dry their eyes of tears and fears
feed their souls with love, and cover their bodies
with rainbow colored clothes

How long before all this fades from my memory
and how many days before I lay my hands
on a newspaper, any newspaper
that’s not soaking in children’s blood.©

Zakiah Sayeed

 

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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5 Responses to Children of Syria.©

  1. murisopsis says:

    Heart rending. Your poem puts an exclamation point on the grim reality of a world at war. There are no victors and the children always lose.

  2. Haunting and a reality of horror

  3. Powerful and poignant, SweetZ.
    Yes, how long? 😦 I join you in your questionings. I feel the same way. The children of our world are suffering, and being traumatized, every day. 😦 And many adults don’t even have one thought of concern. 😦 Thank you for always being someone who cares!
    (((HUGS)))

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