The British Parliament recently voted not to take military action on Syria. But despite this, its Western ally the United States continues to linger between action and in-action, along with other nations. Meanwhile, on the ground, the atrocities continue.
This poem speaks of the chemical warfare being used in Syria and calls, if not for military action, for negotiation between all combatants.
does Sarin gas have to scorch
the air we breath?
Where leaves and white aves,
like a fallen angels,
fall to the earth and sickeningly seethe.
And as these streets lie cold and broken
are not the people a token of this land’s displacement?
All the while a silent hisses descends like silent rain
carrying a malicious, froth-corrupted pain.
And as the West spreads blame for
the chemical death it refused tame,
in some remote, inhabited plain,
humans huddle in ruined shelters
awaiting the next bomb, the next hisssss
to blanket the land they once knew with bliss.
© Jonathan Rowe 2013