For Syria

A Syrian refugee holding his son and daughter

Syria, Syria, Syria,
my heart is aching,
breaking, heavy
for you.
Forgive them
for they know not what they do.

I am seeking ways to help.

For starters, a donation:
Save the Children
International Committee of The Red Cross

For seconds, sharing your poetry:

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well

For thirds, prayers, tears, and more writing.
For fourths, seeking help while I dream.
For fifths, seeking again when I wake.

For now,
I love you, my brothers, my sisters,
my children.
I am seeking ways to help.

Featured: Laith Majid, Syrian refugee father from Deir Ezzor crying tears of joy and relief that he and his children have made it to Europe.
Photo credit: Daniel Etter, The New York Times / Redux / eyevine
Poetry excerpt: “Home”  by Warsan Shire

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