a second holocaust

i have cried

until my head pounds

in my skull.

realizing

the blood.

will no longer pound

through the hearts

of my family in aleppo.

the blood

that runs

in the streets -

a complete antithesis of

the strength each person has,

fighting for freedom

and never

running from the hardships.

the flesh of

cold bodies

pile atop one another.

amidst rubble

and chaos

and sounds of children

the souls

tens. hundreds.

at a time,

life

pounded

into dust.