“ A Boy ” ~ face down ~

A boy floating on a rug,

May have better chance

Than with mother’s hug,

Who wants effort enhance

Survival on a perilous tug,

Fleeing seditious advance

Save errant boat capsized,

In a bid to flee the conflict

Where peace be said alive,

But its refuge not explicit

As bureaucracy deprives,

In silence to the desperate

A boy’s fate is compromised,

To be sadly found face down

On a rocky surf too helpless,

As man wallows in indifference…

 

How to save a drowning child

From a country war torn toll,

In spite of civil servants’ bile

Held wanting a declare untold,

For said bureaucrat’s dusty file

Ignores a child’s reaching hold,

Finds fellowman fail, to go the mile!

 

                                            in memory of a boy called Alan Kurdi,

                                                   and all war-torn children sacrificed,

                                                           thru man’s warring need for greed!

                                         © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

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“ The Boy ” ~ who wanted to stay ~

There was a boy

Said ever glad,

For animate joy

Save he felt sad,

Its adolesce span

Exacts but a fad,

Be that so it may

Fix boy to be man,

He’d bid afar day

From stripling state,

That inevitable way

To descry adulthood,

Toward destined fate

Binds resolute say,

Held misnomer depth

Of ending youth’s stay,

He’d pursue cheat its death!