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Pauline Morris
Poems
Mar 2016
A Day of Death
A crime buried without justice is never laid to rest
Those that where responsible never addressed
The exploding bombs had chased them to the basments
They thought women and children would be safer in this containment
But these bombs that droped did not explode
It had a much deadlier payload
The gas it trun lose was Sarin by name
This nerve gas played no games
So much heavier than air, it's deadly fingers reached down
Right to where all the women and children could be found
Quit and deadly, they hadn't a prayer
They where all so caught unaware
Until their lungs wouldn't work
Then the muscles twitching and ****
Mothers agonizing screams filled the air
Me and my Children are dying they declared
Bombs delivered the gas
Now families and children twitch in deaths dance
No real hospital for miles
Poorly equipped clinics filled up, people laying in the aisles
Frothing at the mouth, pupils only pinpoints
Death came to many that day, it did not disappoint
The dead laid in rows in clinics, mosques, and streets
Over thirteen hundred the lord had to meet
And as the living took care of the dead, in their graves they lay
Still no one is punished for this crime upon them, not even to this day
Syria in 2013.
#children
#mothers
#nervegas
#sarin
Written by
Pauline Morris
51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)
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