16 December - For the Children & Parents of Peshawar

The heart weeps
As if it forgot how to beat
I close my eyes and see faces
Of children in uniforms
Drenched in blood
The blood of innocence
I see that mother
Beside that coffin
I see that father
Kissing the dead hand
I see dreams shattered
I see futures
Being buried
I see my son
In those faces
And I can't hold my tears
I can't stop my heart from exploding
You who have lost your child
I know your pain
I weep with you
I grieve with you
I pray for you

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