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Today my heart wept
Pierced by a vision
My conscience impaled
I grieved in silence
Blue eyes cried in fear
Tears no shield to pain
Child’s face alone
Amid mass transience.
Hollow voices stilled
What sin did commit
Facades downcast
No cries from the throng.
As scimitar fell
Past knowing smile
Released from doubt
He knew them wrong.
No sin this child
Nor fault he own
Pain is gone
His pew a throne.
- Dedicated to an unnamed, fourteen-year-old Christian boy murdered by ISIS.
