LET YOUNG BOYS SLEEP

Women and children among Syrian refugees striking at the platform of Budapest Keleti railway station. Refugee crisis. Budapest, Hungary, Central Europe, 4 September 2015 by Mstyslav Chernov
Let young boys sleep and
Don’t wake them up in their dreams.
Let young boys sleep.
Don’t mention the war stories
Or the lack of fish,
But let young boys sleep
Aylan crossing the seas,
Drowning right by our feet.
Let the young boys sleep
Fly away from the site
And stare the beast in the eye.
The story is one and the same
Not a drop of blood lost in vain.
Let’s wake up from the trance
And adopt a new stance.
Let young boys sleep
Giving them a fighting chance.
Spend the night by their side,
Sing them a lullaby.
Purify the air,
Invite the angels to this dance.
Leave the windows open
So the moonlight can touch their skin,
Be like the gentle wind
Enveloping their nakedness
With the sweet aromas of the night.
Fight your demons in the dark
Be forever brave, or evil,
But let young boys sleep