Helpless Love

A mother’s love is strong
Yet powerless at best
Quenches the thirst for so long
But has no water for the rest

A dreadful inquisition
Who lives and who dies
A mother’s impossible decision
Of tending to which child’s cries

The prayer is always the same
Only a different body to discern
“From God they came,
And to God they will return”

Fluorescent bombs light the night sky
As a mother prepares her final goodbye

–By Ziyad R

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