TO AYLAN, A TWO YEAR OLD REFUGEE SYRIAN BOY / Poem by Roula Pollard

Poem by Roula Pollard

 

TO AYLAN, A TWO YEAR OLD REFUGEE SYRIAN BOY

How much pain
a name contains
Aylan Curdi
island isolated, isolated continent
by our indifference.
You are
the non-finality
of an angel in eternity.
You, a symbol
when a child drowns
the world drowns us all.

By your name
one continent
three, all continents
hear your cries
does your pain rise
like air, cries
above the earth
as if children
my child
Never die
when you die,
do not die
my angel!
I hold you, my child, alive
We are holding you
all poets hold
caress
your hand

© Roula Pollard
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Roula Pollard

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