Syria / Assad/ Bashar al-Shabiha by Tony French

A child is dead
(‘Long live the President’)
her mother too
who lived just long enough to see
the bullet pass through infant flesh
and paint a bloodied picture on the wall.

The mother barely felt the knife
that traced a pattern in her skin
(held by the ghosts of men)
her screams, her outstretched arms
were for the death of innocence.

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