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