8.31.2013

Syria

I cannot speak
of atrocities
or war or peace,
but I can speak
of the children swimming
next to me,
playing mermaids
and wizards,
flicking their fake wands
in the air
to solve every
heartache
or despair.

and I want them
to stay there forever,
to never watch the news
with their parents,
and live in fear.

but it’s their parents
that most interest me:
smiling weakly
as World War Three
looms over all of us,
though these children
“Keep Calm,
And Carry On”
like the Israelis,
those poor Israelis,
but let’s not go there.

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