À l’heure du tout à l’image et du buzz sans suite, «l’express» souhaite faire découvrir la plume de poètes, d’écrivains et de tous ceux qui jettent leur âme sur le papier en cette Journée internationale des droits des femmes.

Little girl’s laughter echoed through the yard

Her mum packed her favorite meal with mustard

It was now recess in school with her friend

Then battle with maths homework till the very end

The bells startled her, unusual this end of lunchbreak

Some girls were shouting, displeased, such a wreck

Time was running out, in vain she tried to rush

To her surprise, it started to rain & against her it brushed

She stopped as it soaked her, so warm and thick

Suddenly she couldn’t hear anything, was it a brick?

Her mouth was overflowing with the rain, now red

She wasn’t ready for maths class, longed for her bed

Her mum heard the news, a school they bombard

The whole area rose to attend

What can possibly be the reason for such a heartbreak?

It was a cold calculating ambush

They say it was a missile, ballistic..

& there are no resources to defend..

Bio

Minuit

The author likes reading, writing, world affairs, and cats. This poem has been inspired by the recent bombing of Shajareh Tayyebeh girl’s elementary school in Iran.