For Madaya, Syria
A feeble life
Crosses my sight
And my heart wrenches...
I cannot look
Yet I must see
The unspeakable misery...
It is but an image
Of reality!
A land torn
By war,
Hunger is the weapon
To destroy...
Why should the innocent
Suffer the intolerance
Of the intolerable?
Are the innocent
Not human,
That they be made to eat
Like cattle,
Stripped off their
Dignity?
The picture
It haunts my mind...
How much more the reality
And the innocents' struggle
To survive?
Oh you leaders
You who rage war
When will enough be enough
Have you no
Hearts at all...?
FREDERIKA MENEZES
