Syria – A Poem

By Zahra Pilavdzic

Here,
 buried,
 beneath the rubble
 of slaughter.
 
The pawns cry not for kings,
 but for their missing…
 mothers,
 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.
 
and…
 
only the angels
 can fly
 from this place.

– Zahra Pilavdzic contributed this poem to PalestineChronicle.com.

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