leaving home
the low hum
of oars turning
quieter than the thrum of a city
marinated in war
pitch dark
across a sea
is that the sound of water
in the boat?
stand up
my son! my son!
translucent night sky
screaming
in the ocean
on the sand
From http://www.aljazeera.com/news/2015/09/syria-refugees-kobane-ayalan-kurdi-150904072950315.html
2015-09-06