half in Palestine, I
saw the photo, wondering
if he could be put back
together, I wanted more
than anything to put
him back together, his
four year old head, torso,
his still baby-like
legs, bare feet, curled
as though to spring to
life, laughing at any
moment, the bloody
torso, the bloody
baby-like legs, bare
feet, his mother will
not ever hear the sweet
ring of his laughter,
from four to manhood,
his bitter tears unshed-
a child was sliced in
half in Palestine today,
among so many children,
the wisdom of Solomon
could not save him, no
love strong enough to
say, yell, scream, "Here,
take him, let him
live, let him live whole,
intact, alive, do not
slice my beloved child
in half, let him
live!" Wisdom.
To the children in Palestine,
the children crossing the USA
borders alone, being returned to
danger. Into the Sixth Sun...
Alma Luz Villanueva (c) August 2014
This poema is expresses so fully hope, rage and sorrow at the lunacy and injustice of the crimes against innocent children on war. I add my prayers and my tears to yours and I will continue to also be a voice for them. Abrazos y Luz. Gracias por to poema, siempre.
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