A Poem for Alan; Thoughts of Alan
Here is where your life found an end,
Right here you lie...An innocent one...a whole life in front of him.
The waves gently splashing against your still face,
All signs of life gone from you...Gone with out a trace.
Aaarrrgggghhh...is the only thought that comes to my mind.
Oh...if I could have helped you swim...if I could turn back the Sea of Time.
The waves keep splashing...They always do,
They don't know what they have done to you?
The Earth still turns, and People still go on breathing,
But one look at you there on the ground, brings the most terrible form of grieving!
Your Dad fought so hard for you and the whole family,
But you didn't need to be out in the sea
When you are only three,
and just trying for that one chance to flee.
Alan, Alan...Alan...I cry!?
The little one is gone...another innocent one had to die.
I hold evil responsible...but that doesn't help him,
How did he end up on that shore...in a Sea he couldn't swim.
It makes me angry...and hurts a great deal to see,
But the damage is done...It is too late to save you...at the age of three.
You wanted a bike..and to play happily,
If you could have made it across that Sea!
Things could have worked out perhaps...better than they did,
Oh, Alan Kurdi...I know you were a great kid.
Doing things that all kids do...liking all the things that all kids like,
Alan...I sure wish you could have gotten that bike!
Now gone...your little life...your little face there in the sand,
Oh Lord...How did us human beings let things get this much...out of hand.
One more thought of you...a glimpse in a news story...a photo from far away,
Alan, I apologize...for what you went through...and that your life turned out this way.
And if I could...I would hire a Battleship to have you gently carried from shore to shore,
Because your life was precious...a gift to all around...gone from the planet forevermore.
But it is past the hour to say anything...past the time where there is anything left we can do,
Oh, little Alan...What have we done to little innocent ones...Oh My God, What have we done to you?
Manlypoetryman poem for Alan. copyrighted: Sept. 2, 2016