Shaniki Smith Poet Free verse

The Last Syrian Blood

I search for my family
friends
school 
hospital
homebound church

NOTHING WAS LEFT
NOTHING WAS LEFT
NOTHING WAS LEFT

I scream for help
NOTHING
I was so weak
 I don't even think anyone heard my voice

The blood dripping from my forehead
I knew I was half dead
But had the strength to push on
as the rocks that I walked upon
cut and bruised my feet
each step I took
 
I searched 
I searched
 nothing was left but me and the last of my own
 Syrian blood that was splattered across my shirt

DAMN 
THAT AIR STRIKE
DAMN 
THAT AIR STRIKE
YOU TOOK EVERYTHING 
I LOVE THE MOST

From Shaniki Smith
12/30/2015

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Eric Boddie February 11, 2016 at 12:33 PM violence has no place if you BELIEVE In God's Grace because it keeps a smile on the face while all hate is chased at an instant pace....very profound shaniki....;)