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Amira, Daughter of Aleppo

written by: Nobby66



U.N....N.A.T.O. majority, action-less vetoes,
Western Allies deem her home a no-go.
Innocent daughter of once proud Aleppo
cowers with cousins in a burnt-out ghetto.
Amira seeks sibling, Sami, in playtime dreams,
to sleep-escape his wounded screams.
Scar-scalded by a Putin bomb in Bustan Al-Basha,*
ordered in by a Godless, despotic Pasha.
who seems hell-bent
on murdering the town’s children... forty percent.
Five-year-old ‘rebel’ rubble-pulled by White Helmet hero,**
kindergarten reduced to pulped ground zero.
Second City, Jewel of Syria, tarnished by shell and gun,
brothers and sisters felled on Sunni morning’s school run.
Ancient Citadel once protected all-comers well,
shelled into a choke-gassed, battleground hell.
Little boys and girls too young to mourn dead classmates,
cling to mothers behind walls, iron gates of hate...
Forever waiting for a Happy Birthday...
There’s no Birthday...
There’s no mirth-day...
Lost the right to feel like every child should
to cuddle them now...if only we could...
offer a savoury sip of warming Kammun***
a healing hand to a terrified mum...
Shell-shocked places, frightened faces...
So they force a smile and brave-wave for News at Ten,
Can we save them?
I don’t know when...
Dressing gowned viewers teacups fill with tears
as they tune in to Syrian fathers fears
of no tomorrow
or Hope tomorrow.


   * ‘Rebel’ Held district of Central Aleppo.
 ** White Helmets...Neutral volunteers from all trades saving lives (62,000+ to date)
*** Kammun...hot and spicy Winter drink.



Write poems of all genres, particularly narrative writes about people, life events and the world we live in. Haikus and Tankas when I can. Like short stories too, a little drama and monologue works also in my stuff.
Reside in the Dark Kingdom of Lancashire, England.

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