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Child Syria

235 today
you will not stop
I hold something
you cannot take
child Syria runs through me

greed can take my arms, hymen, joy

shoot and rape me
terror lord you may try to tame me
I will live and leave you behind
Syria will score your anger
into history

you dare and tear me
my tears run in the river
of blood, spilling shame on
your family, your child will cry
rivers for the dry earth

hold my severed hand up
the victory is mine
now seen by all

my child soul rises
above this infant war
a white butterfly

poem by Sonja Broderick
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