Dead Children Are Worthy of Our Prayers
May the children of the world someday be safe from all forms of harm.
Loud was the sound
As the world exploded
We were caught in the crossfire.
Earth to earth
Ashes to dust.
Mother
Sister
Auntie
You bury your children
No burial clothes to be found.
Wrapped in a table cloth or curtains from the family home.
You make do.
At times like this, I want our prayers to be shouted at heaven.
A thousand times we raise our voices
to God.
Have mercy on the mothers who wail.
Have mercy.
Have mercy on the fathers.
Have mercy on the children.
The nation has put a ransom on the people’s souls.
What is the life of a child worth?
Ask her mother and she will tell you.
There is no price.
Her child is precious.
You can not manufacture peace in the way that you used to.
Even the trees know to root down to anchor the seed.
Let there be silence in the Spring of our reckoning.
We have been too loud with disrespect and indifference.
Let us remember that dead children are always worthy of our prayers.
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Powerful words, teresa. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you!