Pray For Aleppo

Rubbles and rocks all around,

Happy homes brought to ground ,

A sigh of relief is a cautious luxury.

For them, every breath is a misery.

Where the air reeks stench of blood,

And the blood they love is perishing to dust.

Grenades in the form of rain,

Children turning numb in pain

We await the weekend in alacrity,

They pray for physical security.

The world as a spectator cringes in denial,

The young and old pushed to turn senile.

When we fill selfies with smiley faces,

They try to comprehend broken empty spaces.

Once the home of flamboyant citadels,

Now an abode of ruins and gory remnants.

As the path to hope turns bleak and hollow,

And the city suffers blow after blow

Let's hold hands and pray for Aleppo.