My heart breaks for Syria, where is empathy, compassion, PEACE!!!! I resigned as a Labour Councillor in 2003 because of Iraq. We have not learnt from the big liar of weapons of mass destruction. There would be less destruction in this world, if we had leaders who were more sage like, positive thinkers who believe in PEACE like Jeremy Corbyn.
Empathy is your pain in my heart Syria.
I wrote the poem Leila three years ago and it was published in Red Poets magazine 2015.
Underneath tiled history
below Tamerlane bloodied earth.
The beauty spot on the desert
herbed oiled, damask rose.
Now, among the rubble stands Leila
blood trickles down her right cheek
hair matted covered in dust.
Above Sky ablaze scorched orange,
slashed, scarred land,
gaping hole exposing souls.
The smell of cardamom cakes is not there,
neither is her mother
bewildered, eyes full of confusion and despair.
Ears deafened to the screams, sirens and bomb blasts
she stands among what was once her home.
Tear stained cheeks she wipes snort from her nose,
lips cracked and dried her dress stained by
the blood of others is torn and dirty.
While the West waits for the dust to settle,
sea of death to dry up.
Waits for the monopoly of this essential
commodity called GAS.
Leila stands on top of tiled history,
Tamerlane’s bloodied earth.
The beauty spot of the desert,
herbed oil damask rose as been replaced with hate.
Julie Griffin Pritchard 2015