Though we bleed the same,
We are torn by miles of indifference,
More of pain.
In a brief respite from terror,
My mind escapes this squalor,
This harsh reality;
And I become you.
Clean. Clothed. Cool.
Glossed lips pursed
In idle chatter
Between blissful sips of Chai.
Pristine cheeks caressed
By pillows, silky smooth.
Alexa idles on the dresser.
Samsungs recharge on the floor.
Come dawn,
Which suit to wear
Is my biggest worry.
Being late for work,
My worst fear.
O! To be free
Of war and tyranny.
To be you!
Perhaps someday
You’ll think of me.
Or send me a note
To spark a ray of hope
Into my God-forsaken space,
Where bombs reign daily
By the ton,
And blood spills a river
From Aleppo
To Armageddon.
As the world turns
To the next virtual meme;
And waves of refugees
Fill a desperate tide
Over the Western Sea.
Though we bleed the same,
We are torn by miles of indifference,
More of pain.
~ P
#A_Dream_From_Aleppo
01/26/2017
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
Though we bleed the same,
We are torn by miles of indifference,
More of pain.
In a brief respite from terror,
My mind escapes this squalor,
This harsh reality;
And I become you.
Clean. Clothed. Cool.
Glossed lips pursed
In idle chatter
Between blissful sips of Chai.
Pristine cheeks caressed
By pillows, silky smooth.
Alexa idles on the dresser.
Samsungs recharge on the floor.
Come dawn,
Which suit to wear
Is my biggest worry.
Being late for work,
My worst fear.
O! To be free
Of war and tyranny.
To be you!
Perhaps someday
You’ll think of me.
Or send me a note
To spark a ray of hope
Into my God-forsaken space,
Where bombs reign daily
By the ton,
And blood spills a river
From Aleppo
To Armageddon.
As the world turns
To the next virtual meme;
And waves of refugees
Fill a desperate tide
Over the Western Sea.
Though we bleed the same,
We are torn by miles of indifference,
More of pain.
~ P
#A_Dream_From_Aleppo
01/26/2017
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