Sunday, October 25, 2015

WASHED UP IN THE BEACH by jjméndez

Washed Up In The Beach

There is a ragged man squatting 
in the beachhead clotted sand 
His broken back facing the south wind

His eyes are fixed on a distant sun
Tracing West-financed warplanes
Delivering their guilt-free bombs

Missiles still ravage his homeland
Leaving buried in the dusty rubble
Pregnant wives and virgin daughters

The man’s hands are not begging 
Or asking for a merciful handout
But simply searching for an answer

To the needless human loss to death
As the only son thought saved
Lies face down on safe Mediterranean sand…
© 2015 jjméndez

Photo credit:  Nilufer Demir, Turkish Press.

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