Full poem below ✨
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This poem... Is for the child
Sprinting through the crimson streets
Tripping over the last breaths
Of her father

For the mother
Protecting her babies' ears
From the piercing shrieks that echo
Long after the ashes settle

For the thousands of eyes
That look to the sky
Through acid and smoke
And never look back down.
©Jade M. Wong | An Elegy For Them
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Written for Syria. #ourwordsforsyria #withsyria
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