A
Eulogy.
{Written
After watching a very disturbing video on CNN of a young girl dying in a bomb
attack in Syria and being mourned by her two helplessly grieving young
brothers}
From
under the debris of dried tears
From
below the heap of violent frozen screams
Dodging
the splinters of hate,
Braving
it all
A
young Syrian girl rises to question the world
Standing
tall
She
asks…
Is
there a way for my blood stained country to escape from here?
Is
there a way to stop the howling humans from their fears?
Vultures
hover over dead dreams
Our
homes ash, our families die
I
am in search of my mother?
Is
she dead?
I
want her back,
Like
in the story, where dead arise and life comes back full circle
Can
you tell me the truth?
Or
Lie
me a Story?!
An
eerie calm hangs in the air…
Life
shudders and steps back!
And
then,
A
bullet rips her too…
Death.
Silence. Numbness.
Fired
from the devils gun.
Then,
Nothing.
Voices.
Cries. Women. Men. Friends. Leaders. Community.
Flowers.
Candles. Drama. Media. HYPE.
All
Grieve. And return to routine,
Then,
Clouds
arrive… uncomfortably, dressed in black and gray
For
the burial of what has remained on that bright sunny day,
A
skeletal reality without a human soul or a shadow of guilt!
Fades
away…like always…
Countries
without an identity remain…
Trapped
in a world that is so small, & terrorized
Surviving
yet powerless with just one last wish, one last hope,
To
die in Peace
Like
the little Girl who died but left this world with a big smile…
So
let her live in our memories at least,
Don’t
wrap her in a blanket of your indifference OR decaying values
Unlike
your rotten guts
She
deserves a tribute
Lets
pray for her safe passage
Into
her heaven and her unfinished dreams!
@2016
17th June
Nirav
Vaidya
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