We look the other way because it is safer while Idlib and others suffer!

Last night I watched independent news on #Idlib the humanitarian catastrophe of the fearful and displaced Syrians being bombed by their own. The poem “Leila” I wrote in 2014 was published in Red Poets magazine. The poem is so apt for today. We look the other way because it is safer while #Idlib and others suffer!
Empathy is your pain in my heart #Idlib

Below is my poem Leila that I wrote in 2014 and was published in Red Poets magazine

Leila

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

Now 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 Pritchard 2014

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