Syria – A Poem

By Zahra Pilavdzic

 beneath the rubble
 of slaughter.
The pawns cry not for kings,
 but for their missing…
 now martyrs.
They seek escape
 at the end of
 a long, dark
 checkerboard to hell.
Here in the absence
 of decency…
 there is no poetry,
 just blood.
only the angels
 can fly
 from this place.

– Zahra Pilavdzic contributed this poem to

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