As Mediterranean waves evaded a violent shore,
A frail face lay in peace, at the confluence of war.
Birds swam seeking refuge in boatloads,
A few sank, like an island full of toads.
Terror, tears, shock, and blank concern,
How did the world allow its people to burn?
Passionate vows, pious pleas overflew worldwide,
An audacious hope of morality bona fide.
Sadly, that was not to be!
Time, forgetfulness – proved a great healer.
Haunting face sitting in an ambulance
Three-year-old eyes, dusty and bloodshot with innocence.
Shock, cry, surprise, alarm – a bit too far,
Unnerving calm and silence – fury and chaos of war.
The world’s conscience still ceases to be troubled,
All the piety did not move the world.
No change, no action – not a trace,
If only this had been a rare face.