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Cries of A Wee Child

written by: Andrée J. Khoury


I had believed
myself to be
the harbinger of peace,
the one, chosen
and awaited
by the world.

I had believed
myself to be
the blue wave
to wash away
all sickness,
any affliction
and the slightest
of indisposition.

I had believed
myself to be
the greatest,
encrypted in history
to have devastated
all human misery,

until I realized
death would not stop at
the cries of a wee child.

Andrée J. Khoury

Andrée J. Khoury

Andrée is a Lebanese writer of poetry, flash fiction and short stories.
Andrée J. Khoury

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