Nasya

A baby's birth, a tale to tell, Of a day when riots rocked the land. Hoodlums and fire, chaos befell, As Nasya's arrival was at hand. Her mother, anxious, in labour pain, With fear for her life and the baby's too. To the hospital, she did remain, But the journey there, a dangerous road to pursue. The gas station burned beside the place, Where doctors would bring life to the earth. But transportation gone without a trace, So they trekked, with their medical gear's worth. No baby food to nourish the child, In a world so filled with strife. Yet the doctors worked, with hearts so mild, And brought Nasya safely into life. A story of love and hope untold, In a time when chaos rules the day. A mother's strength, a baby's hold, A reminder that peace will come someday.