A pretty octave played before a window
Beyond whose curtain grows a world crescendo.
–from ‘Overture’ by F.R. Scott
Aleppo,
last night I heard you
interviewed on the radio.
You spoke firmly,
no panic in your voice—
my insides clenched
and the host,
I heard her heart skip—
Yes, that was an explosion nearby,
you don’t know how long
you’ll evade death….
Protest you said, demonstrate
demand peace.
©2016 Ontheland
Ontheland 
My heart cries over the hatred and killing.
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When I pause to take it in my heart cries as well.
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A tragedy that should not have and should not be. My heart cries, as well.
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Such fierceness and passion. 🌹
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Power plays and the power of players – the expense of human lives is dismaying.
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Yes it is.
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Gosh, that made the hair on my head stand on in. The tragedy of Aleppo is so appalling I can’t really express my feelings in words.
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Your poem says what so many are feeling Janice. The world has gone crazy this century.
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Sad, very sad over the happenings in Aleppo .
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The more I know about such sad happenings the more sad and ignorant I feel.
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