Father of Syria
'Stay here quiet for awhile'
The father had told his girl with a smile,
The day had been usual, a Syrian kind,
Some people were starving, some looked desolate, almost dying,
But the father till then that didn't mind,
And then just a sudden jolt, a cry,
What did came swooping, a drone ? A fly?
'Gas!' someone yelled, 'bomb!'cried another,
Down the street ran the father,
He had left his little one, only daughter,
Beside the shop, beneath a tree,
The smoke couldn't make him see,
What was happening and why?
But he heard surely her cry!
Minutes passed like moments of shock
The buildings had turned into rubbles of rock
And mortar and debris of bricks,
The father from the dust his daughter picked,
She was gasping, was not she?
The father in the smoke couldn't see,
People he saw running like ghosts,
Sooty, grey, figures unrecognizable most,
And he picked his daughter up,
Was she breathing? Or had she stopped?
The way to the hospital looked miles away,
The father with the girl in arms in dust swayed,
Many more like him had been there too
Totally taken aback, without any clue,
Thousands of miles away in conference rooms
The modern kings and queens
Saw 'live' those pictures of doom
And conjectured and debated over the crisis,
Who had done so? Rebels or terrorists?
Meanwhile the Syrian father with daughter in arms
Ran through smoky dusty street
Not knowing to whom really his girl caused harm.
(On April 4 2017 chemical attack on Syria killed at least 70 including twenty children, leaving hundred injured .)