Sweatheart, <br />you were feeling safe at home… <br />They sent a bomb on to your heads with your parents, <br />your face covered with blood, <br />and your body with soil and rocks… <br />I'd have found and stopped them, <br />before this crime was committed, <br />But I couldn’t… <br />Your bright olive eyes are open, <br />Your milk-smelling mouth is full of soil. <br />I would dig you out of dirth, <br />hug you and kiss all the limbs of your body <br />that are hurt to soothe the pain… <br />Who did this? <br />How come they could do this to you? <br />sweatheart…<br /><br />Zekai Ozgun<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-baby-martyr-of-palestine/
