A Prayer From A Baby  

This is the story that must be told 
Of an innocent baby, not very old   
Lying in her crib on a star-lit night 
How could she know of those planes in flight? 

She lies there quietly touching her nose 
Watching her mobile, wiggling  her toes 
Oohing and cooing, so sweetly 
Is she talking to someone, who could it be? 

An angel is standing with her in the room. 
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom. 
The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round 
Then suddenly comes  the most deafening sound 
The ceiling drops in, in a second or two... 
On her crib so she ceases to coo... 

No one knows how long she lies there 
Who thought about it? Doesn't anyone care? Is she alive? 
Is she dead? Is she in pain?
Now that you mention it, 
who knows her name? 
Her name is Amel, in English we say Hope 
Crushed between the rubble, her tiny fingers start to grope! 

Where is my Mommy? I love her so dear. 
Come get me Mommy! It's dark in here! 
 I'm scared and hungry and I can't see my feet, 
There's blood in my mouth! 
Give me something to eat! 

Where is Daddy? Where's my big brother? 
 It hurts when I breathe! Where is my mother? 
How long have I been  here? 
Is this just a dream? 
I open my mouth, but I can't even scream! 

They appear again by my side. 
This time with a tear I plead...Why have I died? 
And why do the letters on the bomb fragments say

Am I alone in my suffering? NO, there are many others. 
In our grief and misery, we are all sisters and brothers. 
Who are we,  I ask you.. for what crime did we die? 
They're throwing a party!  Doesn't anyone cry? 

Is it true? Am I nothing?! How could it be? 
Don't they also have babies, just like me? 
It is war they say, of which death is a part. 
How blind they've become, how hardened of heart. 

Did someone say hero? 
To whom they speak? 
Why are they happy? Why are they proud? 
Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?! 
No war has been won; no ifs, buts or maybes 
For terror still reigns: they've only killed babies.. 

Blessed are the pure at heart for they shall see the face of God
Blessed are the peace makers for they shall be called the children of


Matt. 26:52 "Put your sword back in its place," Jesus said to him,
"for all who draw the sword will die by the sword."


"Who so ever kills a human being for other than manslaughter or
corruption in the earth, it shall be as if he has killed all mankind,
and who so ever saves the life of one, it shall be as if he had saved
the life of allmankind," 
(Quran -Al-Ma'dah: 32).   

UNICEF The State of the World's Children 2000: 

"Nearly 90 per cent of victims of war today are civilians, mainly
women and children. Around 540 million children (one in four) "live
with the ominous and ever-present hum of violence that might erupt any
time," or are displaced or made refugees by ongoing conflicts. In the
last decade, more than 2 million children have died as a result of
armed conflicts, while 6 million others have been injured or disabled
and hundreds of thousands have been conscripted into war as "soldiers,
sex slaves or porters." Between 8,000 and 10,000 children are killed
by landmines every year. Conflicts in Africa accounted for more than
half of all war-related deaths in 1996 and resulted in more than 8
million refugees and displaced persons."----UNICEF
UN Declaration on the Protection of Women and Children 
in Emergency and Armed Conflict Proclaimed by General Assembly
resolution 3318(XXIX) of 14 December 1974 

 Attacks and bombings on the civilian population, inflicting
incalculable suffering, especially on women and children, who are the
most vulnerable members of the population, shall be prohibited, and
such acts shall be condemned. 


The only thing necessary for evil to prevail is for good men to do

Edmund Burke


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