my name is Luca

I live half a world away from you

though it’s not the second floor

I still exist, like you

If you hear something late at night

on the news about Syria

don’t ask why

don’t ask how

just think of your children

with so little to fear

maybe it’s because kids like me

play too long in the street

the tanks and the men inside

can’t wait anymore

maybe that’s all it is

if we knew where to run

that’s where we’d go

My name is Luca

I live half a world away from you.

 

Syrian Children

 

by Dianne

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