Plain white bedsheets cover your bodies,
they don’t know your favorite colour or if you prefer a print design or something more flashy.
1000 and still counting, the usual casualties of war; you’re famous now although your names are not really our concern, I mean.. who would go on and read all of your names had they been available?
Pictures of your bodies, covered by those damn white sheets, are all over the internet; regular statistics ( X number of children and women, X were old people, X were men) are being discussed in forums and your deaths were on our chi-chat agenda today; “Have you seen the news/read the paper/ saw on FB? what happened today?” No one wondered what your favorite dish was. Your death, somehow , matters more than your life.
Adieu! little girl; you loved to dance and your best friend was your neighbour and you hated coffee. May you rest in peace.
Adieu! baby boy; you had not yet mastered the art of speech but you smiled all day long and you made your mamma happy. You were the first son of the family. May you rest in peace.
Adieu! Daddy; you always said you’d die for your family, you never thought you’d die with your wife and children in bed. You loved them with all your heart. May you rest in peace.
Adieu! Mamma; you enjoyed the scent of roses, you loved cooking too but you hated washing up the dishes and your husband made fun of your sixth toe. May you rest in peace.
Adieu! Grandpa; you were a bit grumpy and you had no idea what sushi was. Your daughter used to call you “Papi”. May you rest in peace.
Adieu! Grandma; you sang sweet lullabies to your grandchildren every night and you were complaining about your missing teeth. You were still beautiful. May you rest in peace.
Adieu! best friend, lover, bride-to-be, ex-boyfriend, uncle, classmate, bus driver, colleague. Adieu!!
Adieu! cats and dogs and adieu to all the creatures that someone dared to have you
ADIEU. These words might make people realize that you are not just another number to the X number killed in Syria, in August 2013.