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Aug 2016
My eyes cry tears of sadness,
I see the picture that's causing the madness.
A little boy washed up on shore,
His frail little body, his soul so pure.

One of many lives that have passed,
One of many lives gone far too fast.
Such a young boy filled with hopes and dreams,
How was he to know what his faith would be?
A faith decided by fellow human beings full of hate, anger and greed.

A family fleeing for safety and peace.
Their search for serenity to be short lived,
A life needlessly stripped so quick.

I pray his death was not in vein,
I pray it awakens the human race, to what the world should be.
A world full of love, peace and harmony.
Dedicated to Aylan Kurdi and his family along with all the other refugee's whom have lost their lives during their search for safety.
Kelly O'Toole
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Kelly O'Toole  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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