Tattoos on your skin.
Isn’t there enough
pain in the world
already?

Children draw bombs
falling from the heavens.
No human rights, no homes left,
no comfort for them.
The sky has fallen down.
Parents weep.

I too have cried
for the loss
in my life.
No anonymity,
too much trauma.
I am dying.
You are a
serendipity.

Children draw bombs.
You tattoo.
I have many piercings.