Dedicated to Omran from Aleppo
As I sit here
In my orange seat
I look at you
You look back at me
I see two eyes, curious, but uncaring
You see my forehead grimy and bloodied.
There isn't much you can do for me
I am, after all, beyond your reach
You look at your children
Still warm in their beds
You are grateful to the God
That did this to me
I will sit right here and wait
Wiping my wounds with my tiny hands
Crawl out of the rubble that heaps over my head
As you barrel bomb and fill me with lead
You will forget
Like you did Alyan
So as I sit here
I think to myself
what it would take for you to cry
For my mother, father, my brothers, sisters
Not until yours will also
fall like flies
