Lament For The Children Of Syria Poem by Steven Federle

Lament For The Children Of Syria



I do not seek you
where the children peer
into the burning night;

fire, false dawn
consumes their eyes,
rages through thin skin.

I do not know
where you go when
the gas softly flows
through the shelter;

have you left us here
in this veil of tears, fear-
full and alone?

Oh, where may I seek you
but in this green shade
of whitened bone?

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
“We must begin by frankly admitting that the first place in which to go looking for the world is not outside us but in ourselves. We are the world.” Thomas Merton
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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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