The destruction of Aleppo

Have you ever wondered why I curse?

These are the feelings I harbor when I see it,

When believe it

 What has happened to humanity?

What about peace?

Guns blazing and fires raging,

Not even pools of tears can write the

Anger I harbor and the fear I try to conquer

It’s like am drowning in a sea of mistrust as I hold onto

Sheer logs of dead hope

And stay afloat of my own disgust.

Of fallen empires and kingdoms of ruins,

Aleppo wails at the horror that is called life,

Webs of awe and roots of hypocrisy fill the cups of

Rejoicing and excitement at the state the weak kneel to the ground.

Echoes of pain, I faintly expect to see another day

My dues I Pay,

To the tormentor who eats and drinks my blood in a feast

A feast of terror as my defiled daughter is on display as a poacher’s trophy.

Of tired mothers and forgotten sons,

What a disgrace!

Echoes from a wailing empire

Darkness in the light of day

Smoke the blanket of a cozy soft bed, you sleep

Yet husbands you kill and innocence you spill

Just the pains of a tired mother, Aleppo