No, this is not a broken doll.
This is one of many a child.
Died in a children’s hospital.
No, this is not a broken doll.
No, this is not a broken doll.
This was alive, a mother’s child.
It died in a distant bombing raid.
No, this is not a broken doll.
No, this is not a broken doll.
This, the result of our abomination.
No quiet prayer is enough to observe.
No, this is not a broken doll.
No, this is not a broken doll.
This is the shame of a silent moment.
The world does well to keep its silence.
No, this is not a broken doll.
From the FB words of © Antonio Pala 17 February 2016
Poem adaption © john william brown 21 February 2016
Photograph - photographer unknown in Syria 2016