To distant to screens,
Of scenes of 1940s brutality,
Lack of humanity in this young century.
This is a place where a ceasefire isn’t a ceasefire,
The writ of international law means nothing here,
Amongst the bomb pounded city.
While the world watches,
The Angels of death in the skies above
Unleash an apocalypse.
The ruins tell,
in ancient Aleppo people did dwell,