SYRIA

Sons of the East lay in the wake of terror

Smeared and scared, 

the only thing they breathe is the gas in the air.

The world 'prays' but does it actually care?

Yielded without consent, they have become victims of the world full of contempt,

Safe are those who reside in a mansion

For all they worry about is simply expansion.

Change and action is the crying anthem,

But does anyone care? That is the question!!

Rooted in the depths of despair

I question myself on why life is so unfair.

Evil the devil may seem

yet even he won't enact such an inimical scene.

Indigenous to their land, all they cry for is a helping hand.

They reach out, not for our pockets but for us to understand.

As compassion becomes a vacuous thought in the West

All they care about is themselves and disregard the rest.

Alone and scarred is that child

who sees his siblings dead and stacked in a pile.

That child seeks clarity yet with no answers he turns to austerity

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I pray for Syria daily. I wish the super-powers would stay away. Send food, water and medicine. Not bombs.
"Alone and scarred is that child
who sees his siblings dead and stacked in a pile.
That child seeks clarity yet with no answers he turns to austerity"
The above lines. True for many places in our world. I pray for sanity and every child had shelter, food and safety. A powerful and worthwhile poem.
Coyote