Broken Lullabies

Babies fighting for a chance to live, Gasping for air, clouds of despair, drowning their innocence, siblings are mourning,Senseless death. Tiny souls bear the scars, Of this unjustified terror.

I ache to hold them close,To give them more than most.To be a mother's grace,In such a godforsaken place.

We are privileged, our blue October skies,Meanwhile, they...