A baby crying for her mother
Her face a clutter of creases
As I hand her back to her mum.
Imagine if the mother was the victim
Of a roadside bomb and nothing was left
For the baby to cling to. What then?
Continue with your crossword?
Mutter 'rather her than me?'
Compassion fatigue - honestly!
A desire to leave this mess behind?
Develop mindfulness? Yoga, clean living?
Pass by on the other side of the ocean.
A dollar or two as a token of our virtue?
Or send your sons and daughters to fight.
With the YPG. The Kurdish People's Defence
Units. The All-Women Defence Units. The jinn.
International brigades of young people willingly
Risking their lives to fight ISIS, the Islamist Turks.
They have a right to decide the future.
We have abrogated ours.