Aleppo
'Aleppo' by Voirrey Faragher
Aleppo will never mean beauty again. Never
mean rivers and mosques, hanging gardens,
shaded courtyards, where old men rest, where women
laugh and children play under trees, where young girls
sing and writers dream of yesterday and tomorrow
and artists paint their dreams. Green turned to grey,
gold to dust, songs to howls which consume us all
and let us pray in this most unholy of hours,
for redemption, for forgiveness as we watch.
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