Son Of Aleppo

Poem By Designer PK.

Click clock! Cock of a gun,
Tok! Tok! Sound of glock-nine,
Ten more fell by block nine,
Whose to blame. I'm a Son of a gun,
Tick! Tock! Sound of alarm,
Silence....Calm before storm...
Then;
Boom! Boom!
Blast of the bomb.

City is falling,
Peace is failing,
Mothers are wailing,
Children are crying,
Men are moaning,
People are dying.


Inhumanity on another level,
Hard to tell which side is more evil,
Whose gun is more lethal,
Of the military or of the rebel?
I, son of Aleppo

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