How greedy we are
to pass over the videos
and pictures of crying children
as if they don’t matter
and in a shopping mall
carts are filled with food
more food than any one family
could ever need
and we eat
In the distance
over oceans and mountains
we hear those cries
deep within
like some shard of glass
impaction on our hearts
but we ignore those babies
women and mothers and sons
and fathers lost
hungry, maybe dead
Blood flowing over a city
in ruin
buildings blow apart
as if the very children alone
were playing with bricks and stones
and in the folly of play
they broke them
The sounds of panic
the sounds of fear
in a universe
But we shop
until our carts are full
to nullify the reality that man
can be so incredibly vicious and cruel
we buy bows
and wrapping paper
colored in the same reds
that fall over Aleppo
we cry over family we may have lost
returning to family with joyful arms
But those children
those children
we repeat in our souls
a soul God hears
but wonders
why are you hurting me?
God falls to the knees of our humanity
and weeps such painful tears
that for a moment
in our shopping malls
around our tables, we hear him
and as if all humanity pauses
we stand in time for a moment
locked in that place
locked in the fear
that we may be next
next to experience the bombs of war
So we don’t help
we forget
we let things be
we ignore the children
and we laugh at our own good fortune
hold our children close with a panic of
at least it is not mine alone
so as we sit, we eat, we forget
the Aleppo children
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