Words on fire blaze, then rescind,
Only to disappear in a scorching wind.
Words that devour light as they give light,
Dragons that slay in order to give fright.
A story fully complete, now thrumming,
The echoes reverberate, now drumming.
A mother holds her child in warm embrace,
Now dead in her arms, misery on her face.
Unrelenting memory fills a heart now cold,
A child now dead that wanted to grow old.
Utter desolation remains scorched behind,
Lunar skeletons now people the city’s mind.
A world on fire is now what it truly seems,
The world on fire is now what it truly means.
The heart of Aleppo has lain down to die,
The heart of the world needs to mourn its lie.
To come to its rescue for the sake of humanity,
To leave it abandoned for the sake of inhumanity,
The city will live on with other noble cities,
Lost in the forgotten realm of bleak anonymity.
As your poem points out, there is so much cruelty and power mongering impacting our world, starting on the home front, Syria, Yemen, etc, that one has to wonder if there's any hope of defusing what will inevitably explode at some point. Thanks for reminding us of such suffering.
So tragic, so sad. One wonders how anyone can survive such desolation, either physically or spiritually. My heart goes out to them even as it breathes anger against those who could have helped them. Well penned.
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A description so deeply tragic one cannot believe.
Blessings for those who are suffering such hardship.
Well written.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane
Rebecca