Sunday, January 10, 2016

Madaya







Eyes large and haunting..
betraying at the same time both 
innocence,
and her lack of nutrition.

She is to me Madaya:
that Syrian city
with an Internet connection, 
but no food.

She is to me Madaya:
the child 
who should be getting milk everyday
but instead lives on water mixed with salt.

She is to me Madaya:
for I don't even know her name.





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