Can you hear him?
He speaks in a whisper slightly louder than his weakening heartbeat
Clutching the lifeless palm of a mother long forgotten before death arrived at her door
He is praying.
Not for self, not for preservation
Insides ravished beyond starvation
He prays for breath
To breathe air eradicated of pain laced death he prays for understanding.
How can a God so forgiving bare no soul?
Kills thousands in seconds, when did God become so cold?
He prays for his father who will never come home.
Can you hear him?
Silent
Lungs filled with dirt from an earth more than shaken
It’s taking every inch of his being not close his eyes for the last time
11 days beyond dehydration, his eyes will bleed if he cries
Sunset to sunrise he watches his family die
His soul may be free but he is physically buried alive
Hoping that tomorrow will be the day rescuers hear his hallow cry
Can you hear him?
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