Assad
by Jassi K. Bassi
a boy's shrill voice rises into the sky
a drone flies over me
i will not turn away i hear him
they did not die in vain
i would pluck the world like a fruit
to place it in his little hands
he is welcome they're all welcome
the children the children the children
Aleppo is a place where the children
have stopped crying
a place where the sky watches over them
the sky awaits to fall onto children
sleeping in their mother's arms
it steals the sleep from a baby's eyes
it steals the souls of mothers ----their children
it steals their homes
it steals the spirit of youth
from the heart of a child
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