TEARS OF A FOND MOTHER
(A poem of natural wisdom)
I saw with an aching heart this photo of a
three-year-old refugee boy from Syria. His lifeless body
was lying on a beach of Turkey. The refugee ship was
capsized because it is heavily overloaded.
None of his family members survived except his
father.
We curse this human kind jointly against evil -
war! Cherish the present peaceful life!
Son with a soul of
thousands of days
Now is sleeping in a
foreign sea
Body curls on cold and
sandy sheets
Chilly wind is blowing
heavy blankets
Who knows the tears of a
fond mother
This evening to whom they
will be shed
By Shanlin-Tzu
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