Victims Of War

While little Alan was sleeping in his mother’s arms at dawn
On a cramped boat on the Mediterranean Sea

His mother was still
She knew her path was going to be rough
Not smooth like the stream of light, pure and clear
But as a warrior in her heart
She was determined
To carry her beloved children to the safety

The ocean was alert and the waves were quivering
And each wave was dancing  in a circular motion above the sea carelessly

Fishes
Big and small
From the depth of the water holding on the moving waves

To greet the visitors with the waves transmitting energy

Children were soundlessly asleep
Men were nervous
Women were preoccupied with motherly instinct  and anxiety

Suddenly
The boat unsettled

Moved to one side

And the unexpected sound of fear covered the sea

Water panicked
Fishes jumped around the boat
And they spurt water with the sad news to each other
That there is going to be another
Grievous loss at the sea

Everything went silent

And still

With Only the wavering sound of the sea
That laid her trembling hand

On her aching heart

To pray for the victims of war

For the seekers of freedom who took bold chances

To grab the ray of a free land

In their fingertips of hopes

Willingly

Shahla Latifi
09-05-2015