Requiem of a Nation

The Middle East, in pain writhes

swollen with death lays the sea.

To aid the people they went, liars

A power struggle among giants

By the thousands fleeing

To Turkey, Italy and Greece

In Europe they seek to enter

children with none their needs to cater.

Some left behind, some beneath the sea

Others struggling to make ends meet

Inferno has descended upon the earth

Fire and lead rampant once again

Why does none seem to care?

Because they do not live there,

their homes are under no threat,

no loved ones behind forced to let.

Coffee at the morning sipping

tucked under their clean sheets, sleeping

Another child washed up on the beach

Her lips sealed tightly by the motherly kiss of the sea

The pallbearers held her high

towards the grave marching

An ominous cloud over Syria resides,

a storm rages with no end in sight.

The sky no longer blue

the sun, a scarlet hue

The reaper tired seeks to rest,

yet “You shall not”, say the men.