The Pages Of Newsweek Poem by Joni Moosman

While Reading the pages of Newsweek I find you little one.
Dressed in pink with little feet, twisted and broken on blacken ground.
Thoughts collide and mini universes break without a sound, A colored photograph, my breaking heart on replay.
I place my hand over you as if to hold this ball of tattered flesh, I pray.
god i am so defenseless, without you i am nothing but clay.

the tears fall down my face like all the pictures round you small one.
All Mothers crying in everyday clothing and robes of black.
while sociopathic men dressed in robes of power lack,
any seance of thought for this insignificant girl child.
Satan wears a mask called Hizbullah using men with angry faces wild.
the kingdom of evil is at hand, these are those who will kill a playing child.

my arms cannot hold my own sons and daughters close tiny one.
Israel's soldiers mourn at a funeral procession.
Terrorist cry out, it is a holy war for transgressions.
god sees your dark places, false faces plans of senseless slaughter.
all for power you kill your sons and daughters.
mother raise your children to be our vestal martyrs.

I hold the horror of your picture in my heart and hand little one.
Dressed in pink with little feet, twisted and broken on blacken ground.
I know God saw you fall, picked you up so the world could still go around.
Evil men, cowards everyone will aspire to rule kingdoms with sandy shores.
Mothers will reach up to heaven with tear streaked faces crying out for no more.War make take my sons, and all i can do is nothing, so I shut my closet door.