The silence
is louder than the bombs.
Pieces of children
offer no cries
of joy or sorrow.
The silence
they leave behind
is deafening.
When a child dies
the silence endures
for decades.
Every word
they would have spoken
is erased.
An empty silhouette
walks the world
tracing the steps
they would have taken
replacing
their every word
every sound
every action
every connection
every creation
with silence.
The silence
of so many children
so many piles
of broken bodies
reaching to the sky
is louder
than all the bombs
in the world.
No one
can break this silence.
It will linger
for generations.
But all of us
who still draw breath
can raise our voices
crying out for
these silent children
and demanding
an end to the killing
before this silence
consumes the world.