#Aleppo

#Aleppo

Pictures on Twitter of children smeared with blood and dust,

being dragged from piles of rubble

are as familiar in 2016 as the television images

of Ethiopian children 30 years ago.

 

People said back then that sending food wouldn’t solve

the problem but it kept those skinny kids with huge sad eyes

alive – and at least it was something we could do,

even if we couldn’t change their world.

 

What of the children of Aleppo? Victims of grown up wars

the whole world struggles to understand?

Children whose only lifeline is the weary hand

of a White Helmets volunteer, or a doctor far from home.

 

Remember the children of Aleppo, smeared with blood, dust

bewilderment and fear as they sit among the piles

of orange body bags that continue to mount even when we’re not

checking social media updates on our phones.

 

Tomorrow’s Twitter trend might be a pop-star’s baby news,

a dead celeb, an epic sporting fail.

In Syria the hashtags do not change. Tonight in Aleppo

they are Tweeting goodbye.

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4 Responses to #Aleppo

  1. Bryan Ens says:

    a hard post to “like”, as it speaks a tragic truth. Honestly, I hate the fact that a post like this even needs to be written. You’ve written most powerfully of this tragic current event.

  2. Crying. As I have so much lately, with the constant horror from Aleppo. Deeply moving, powerful piece, Siobhan! xo

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