Dear
Readers
Probably
not a good poem but I felt I had to write something.
It's
so sad the world is more interested in the Olympics than the plight of
innocents in Syria who only want their lives and to live freely under a
government which they elected themselves.
Battlefields
London Calls
Years
of training
Tears.
Grief
The
defeated vanished
Exhilaration
From
the chosen
Planes
boarded
Laughter.
Farewells
The
world glued to radios
Television,
mobile phones, e-pads.
From
Aleppo
Lost
in hurrahs for gold
Cries of people
Save
our children, our babies
Our
lives.
Anthems
resound around the world
Flags
raised. Medals brandished
Drowning
sounds of tanks and gunships
From
Aleppo.
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