TO AYLAN, A TWO YEAR OLD REFUGEE BOY
How much pain
a name contains
Aylan Curdi
isolated island, isolated continent
by our indifference.
You are
the infinite
like an angel in eternity.
You, a symbol
when a child drowns
the whole world drowns
by your name
one continent
all continents
hear your cries.
Does your pain rise
like air, cries
the earth
as if refugees Never die Do not die my angel! I hold you, my child, alive We are holding you all poets caressing your hand
© Roula Pollard
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