Bleeding Damascus
A dirge for the ancient and modern
city.
Damascus a lamentations of the
blood spilling;
Of the blood of the dying crying
'avenge me' like Abel of old.
Of orphaned children lost in the
war of adults.
The wounds of Damascus are so
grievous that has defied
all treatments.
Swallowing its young generation
etched in hatred and
vengeance;
Of ideologies that consume the
very soul of Syrians
This is a lamentation for the wasted
generation, of a gap
deleted forever.
The city of Paul's crusades and
conversion.
Of foundations of a hundred
generations.
Damascus ancient and modern
on the brink.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2016
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