A Lifeless Child
His dead body was lying on the sand.
Frigid, frigid waves appeared to bite his lips.
His pulse and breath stopped as he left his land.
The motion seemed to shake his fingertips.
His mother's wish was to find a land far from war.
A trip that happens at night on the open sea.
He stumbled like a fish amid the chaos and roar.
As the arms that were holding him set him free.
If you snap my way or meddle with me once,
This is what you do at the risk of your own life.
My image of calm and kindness is rather false.
I've witnessed enough heartbreak and strife.
A photo went across the world as a waste of time.
If it went over well, it did little to quell the crime.
Written: May 27, 2023
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