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The sea spat out a dead boy;
Images of him, peaceful as can be,
Spread faster that the fires engulfing the evergreen pines of Aleppo,
He, was far from home.

The sea spat out a dead boy;
The bile laced tears of his father
Poisoning Poseidon's supper
Till he retched him onto the shores of our conscience.

The sea spat out a dead boy;
Images of him
Haunt this writer's restless dreams
But he's selfish for making this about him.

The sea spat out a dead boy;
Punctuating our morbid obsession
with the scandalous lives of the idle rich,
Tickling artists and poets
Because, inspiration scavenges on tragedy.

The sea spat out a dead boy:
And politicians, men of religion
On grandiose stages,
in verbose speeches,
Said, "Never again",
Just like that other time.

The sea spat out a dead boy:
Images of him wrenching from the subconscious,
Images of another child stalked by Death himself.
What happened to that child anyway?

The sea spat out a dead boy:
His soul joining a host of children at the shores of our conscience,
Calling...

But we can't be bothered,
Till the next of image of dying children interrupts our mundane lives, again.







*****September 6, 2015*****







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