for a child Somewhere

Wince when the rocks dig into your hands,

For I know that they will

bleed.

Long for a figurine of your favorite superhero,

For I know that you

ache for

one.

Fret the work of tomorrow,

For I know that you will

not succeed.

Worry about scavenging your food in the debris,

For I know that you will

find none.

And carry not that

Smile

of yours,

For I cannot bear the sweetness of my candy

knowing that you have never tasted anything like this before.

Muneeza Sheikh (2015)

*Awoken prays for peace for those in Lahore, and Brussels. We pray for times of love to embrace us again.

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