Ten little fingers

I think what broke my heart most about the end of the ceasefire that wasn’t a ceasefire and the brutal, relentless carpet-bombing campaign that began at 2am was the reminder that for many people in this world, some lives simply don’t matter as much as others. The narrative, the reasons, the bullshit doesn’t matter. There are people in this world who think that some people deserve to die because of the colour of their skin, their religion, their ethnicity.

That reminder broke my heart as much as endless stream of broken bodies who were bombed as they slept in canvas tents.

Ten little fingers.

Ten little fingers.

Ten little toes.

One little button,

Upturned nose.

Ten little fingers,

Ten little toes.

Perfect little rosebud lips.

Ten little fingers

Ten little toes

Two little eyes

Forever closed.