Syria and the Little One Watch Meetings in Paris (Version 3)

Syria and the Little One Watch Meetings in Paris (Version 3)

by “A Foolish Mother In Syria”

Tiny, I have so many secrets though
I’m fretting upon a world stage, and yet
I can not help but have hysterical screams on cue
to do my ugly embarrassment for
some eager naïve college student who’s
an enthusiast for underdogs and lost causes, because
what else is there to do when the clock ticks
(as if there were any more mechanical things)
and the shelling continues to quickly
blow up a building so near to me

I have seen too many close calls, and
much greater brawls, because I am
in a minor village of disagreement
if I could be, as they say, diplomatic with
all the special terms that they say in French, and
English at all the meetings where pressure is collected

My friend’s child is dead by Bashar al-Assad
(don’t tell anyone). My cousin said
something. He was tortured and never mind…

I had a dream my precious little one
was killed in a shelling of my building where
I live and don’t leave for Turkey like the others.

I don’t know anyone in Paris intimately though I have
a casual contact, nothing that is
real protection, but he tells me sincerely that
there is such a thing as Angels in his tradition.

I am afraid to think or be in the wrong clothing
in the presence of the wrong clan or language or word
that’s a rocket of my dreams that lands on my baby
’cause I am so foolish to love his smile so much and
not believe in anything anymore but
a place to hide where hatred can not penetrate.

Let him live and kill me if
there’s a conference where
they listen to all the babies’ cries
and where the boundaries
of a neighborhood seem as silly as
the bark of a tree that can not speak its dignity

So tiny am I on the world stage, and yet
I can not help but do my hysterical scream

I had a dream my precious little one was
under a shell launched from a tank, and then
a French Angel flew an intercept with the
wave of a hand to proclaim: stop
this madness, but Sergey V. Lavrov
appeared in the sky and said,
“I veto this Angel.”

Hello Alain Juppé, pleased to
meet you in fantasy. If you could, could you
kiss my baby goodbye. We
are not of the ruling clan, and I
had a dream my precious little one
was killed in a minor shelling. I know he and I are
so little on the world stage, and perhaps
our beliefs are wrong, but
have you ever seen him smile. If you’d
let him live, maybe you could
teach him French and persuade him
of some form of love that perhaps all humans
have in common. I don’t know with so much evil here.
I know I should have faith, but if
my child would not be a martyr
then…

Maybe I didn’t study enough, but
there’s little time for me to learn.

So tiny am I. Take me but save my child.
Have you seen him smile.

He looks important. I know it. He’s
a prophet in the wrong neighborhood.

The big group will meet again
next month in Washington. I had a dream that an
innocent shell from a government gun
hit my child in the face. Likely. The
Blue Helmets will not
arrive in time in my yard.

You should have seen
him smile yesterday.

Regime forces break into homes. Close. C’est la vie.

But no: I’m not that Mother you think you know. I’m the other one.
One with many secrets
that a little bird told me
when it flew away from an explosion.

It said that every one knows the Russians are brutal.
Even the Vietnamese people knew that, and after the war
had sympathy for the kind Americans
that they had met. Nyet for the reds, and
everyone in the U.K. knows they killed
Alexander Litvinenko with
radioactive Polonium 210
maximum brutality and suffering.

Everyone knows that
the Russians and Chinese are
Godless and fair weather friends. The
people know.

The delay and veto are death. Of course, and
I am so tiny on the world stage. What would I know.
Have you seen him smile. Isn’t it beautiful.

“Bashar al-Assad is lying in a shameful way; he
wants to wipe Homs from the map like
Qaddafi wanted to wipe Benghazi from the map,”
Mr. Sarkozy, my friend’s President said. Well
maybe not Homs, but my child is dead.

— Douglas Gilbert

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5 thoughts on “Syria and the Little One Watch Meetings in Paris (Version 3)

  1. I thought I already commented on this latest version…hmmm i must be losing my mind. I like all the changes you’ve made to it. I think it flows along much better, more poetically. I like the addition of the french angel too. So sad though…i just went back to the article again, i was trying to remember the numbers, it says:
    “nearly 10,000 dead, more than 44,000 refugees, 1.5 million Syrians in need of humanitarian aid.”
    So very sad…

    1. Thanks very much. Maybe you did reply already. I’ve been having trouble posting stuff here and maybe you replied to one of the phantom posts that maybe was here and then disappeared. I got 2 emails with your same comment.

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