I remember the child who changed the world's heart
While finding a shore to rest in peace
In his effort to escape the fury of the waves
That tossed him back and forth just like his murderers.

I remember the lessons of life I learned at my mother's feet;
Lesson One: Life is an irreplaceable gift of God.
Lesson Two: Every child is a heavenly gift.
Lesson Three: Be vigilant when you see that you live in a place Where children are no longer cherished or protected.

I don't know what binds me to Ailan Kurdee,
But he torments me day and night as though
I were the mom he wanted to hold on.


Or is it because he is going to be the metaphor
That sums up in one word
The atrocities of this era for all generations to come?