A tribute to The Youngest Martyr (Baby Isaac)

The ninth months womb  struggles
The endurance of pain and worries
Awaited patiently for his day to bloom
With no clue about a boy or a girl

Blanket And booties were chosen
Dreaming the day we'd have to share
Anxious to see the cute jaw first stretch
To cuddle  and kiss those cheeks

My Body is still birthing and shivering
But nothing to show
The little innocent life to be
Decimated with those merciless hand

Aren't those hands who raise another him
He's only a month old succeeding birth
Glittering eyes longing for his first sight
The hope to witness its creator creation

The emptiness here left us numb
The sound of his cry never to be heard
Never to hold his tiny hands
Never to see him on his feet

His virtuous heart don't choose side
Having no clue of radical ideology
Shame on you with the merciless Hand
The Trial of this Earth is not for him to Endure.