A Child in Aleppo

At night, Aleppo is buzzing With mosquito flutter, drones on auto-pilot And war planes under human control Shells falling from the sky. And a little boy in a shelter Looks through a crack in the window To see a shell falling from the top. And death was at first a dot, a blip That fell…

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Syrian Refugees

A refugee has no country, town Street or house, a migrant Searching beyond the canopy of a tent To be an inhabitant of one terra firma Where partitions and pickets Are enclosures, walls are brick, Doors have locks and keyholes And curtains have kinetic sliding power A place for a night vigil Where minds can…

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