Sorry,Sister..Death has a dominion and A Sting too effective!
A Syrian child lays in the earth soil
injured,
With two bullets into his little chest pierced so deep
Maybe..now..about to lodge in his heart
He is bleeding profusely
Filling a pond beside him
Nothing shelters him, but the tall green grass concealing the land.
No one to see or feel the presence of his absence,
He starts to lose the sight of where he is, deeply buried within nature's ground.
Jet-fighters coming and go ,buzzing over his head,
A set of cusses thrown into the air,
A march of heavy boots trudging on nearby
Yet, he peacefully doesn’t move or stir.
"God send me an angel
to balsm my wounds and protect me
I don' t want to come home now
I have a sister still under the rubble,
needs some strong hands to snatch her and a doctor "
He grasps a grass,squeezing it in pain and then ,all of a sudden, slackens his grip
Gracefully, he shuts his eyes
What anguish!
He doesn't not know such a merry place.!
Ps.Sorry sister! He wanted to apologise and say:I love you
But he couldn't,
Cause Death still has that dominion
and a sting too effective. Sigh
