Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Syria




Behind the lens young men shout
“God is great”
Rockets trace their flight
Door to door
Might to right

Flames ooze from windows
Escaping murder
Reaching on
Floor to floor
Gun to Sun

But there the children melt
In mothers last embrace
Inside the burning room
Ashes to ashes
Womb to tomb

And in the sky, the pilot says
“God is great”
Drops the bomb, and that ends that
Eye for eye
Tit for tat

So on it goes
No greatness here
And on it goes the loss and fear
Life for life
Tear for tear
Steve D
Aug 2013
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2 comments:

  1. Carolyn10 September 2013 at 21:36

    So sad , so well described.. is there hope? What of the children whose lives are defined by this?

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    1. Unknown10 September 2013 at 22:27

      Indeed the living suffer as much as the dead and unfortunately often carry the conflict on to another generation.
      Perhaps one day we can break the cycle

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