Omran Poem by Randy McClave

For Omran, I had cried
As everyone around him had died,
He just sat disoriented in silence
As he thought alone in the ambulance;
After the bombs had fallen outside.

Did Omran's parents survive
Is anyone in the crumpled house left alive,
Did Omran wondered where are they
Did he clasped his little hands to pray;
He is only five.

Omran was covered with dust from head to toe
Unaware of enemies that he did not know,
He was unhinged with his wound
Was his tiny life, doomed;
He is only a child, and he has a foe.

I wonder what are Omran's thoughts
Was his dinner cooking in the pots,
Did he sit hungry and confused
Isn't he too young to stand accused;
Now he waits, for more bombs or gunshots.

Randy L. McClave