razan al-najjar




a world

they said

a final you don’t

miss like every-

one would the pain

of living



at the centre of it

where they’re singing

your lost anthems

walk on             in shades

a last no

go in all directions


start by shooting young

medics in the back

oh razan

how we love you

when you’re dead




Reuben Woolley

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3 Responses to razan al-najjar

  1. Sylvia Ann Jenkins says:

    Beautiful writing about a beautiful soul, thank you

  2. Pingback: My poem for Razan al-Najjar published on International Times – Reuben Woolley | reubenwoolley

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