On a Turkish beech the waves gently lap
To and throw they go
On the beech lays a bundle
Looks like rubbish discarded
With out care
The waives - laps the bundle
The bundle - rocks to and trow
No sound heard

A man a - policeman - walks to the bundle
Stoops down - picks the bundle up
The policeman looks as hard as nails
Not to be messed with!
Walks up the beech - the bundle a dead child
Hands out stretched - gently oh so gently walks
The bundle a - child - lay in his hands no sound
From the child - the child was dead - so could make no sounds - no more
As the policeman walks up the beech
He gently holds the lifeless child to his chest
He is crying - sobbing - tears run down his cheeks
He is sobbing -he's a father - a dad - a popper
He was carrying a bundle - that bundle - a dead child - aged three
His name Aylan Kurdi
A photo taken - published worldwide - we all weep for little Aylan Kurdi


ken d williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith