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Remembering Omran Daqneesh

Remembering Omran Daqneesh

One day on TV, I saw a cherub, And he made me feel utterly blue. His face was covered with ashes and looked bloodstained, And on it had a silence which shook my disdain. Like a corpse, he sat there motionless and poker-faced, Perhaps pondering upon the catastrophe that just came. With his palm, he […]