POETRY

Parallel to Alleppo

December 13, 2016

As we say Merry Christmas,

they say remember us, please.

As we sip our cocktails and​​ 

hot spiced cider,

they drink only the rain

granted by a god who no

longer cares.

As we sing our carols of praise,

they whisper a lullaby

of forgotten times ​​ to

their doomed babies.

As we eat our feasts of plenty,

they have forgotten what

hunger even is.

As we hug our children

they say the​​ good-byes​​ to theirs.

As we welcome a new year

they resign to not live out the old one.

And Dylan was right, the “hard rain

is falling” but we have

the raincoats…..​​ 

for now.

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