No More Music From Aleppo Poem by Madrason .

The ruins of Aleppo, Latakia, Homs pure poetry
to an industry which thrives on wars
trucks die and rockets suck sanguinary
what happened to the music in the street
what happened to the people on their feet
they lost the sweet, the appetite to meet
fear and hunger and the lesser sin obeyed
prayed for a smokeless day on a feathered bed
can't be sad with shrapnel in my head
Nikita has made love with damned Assad
ISIS licked the salty heels of Erdogan
Europe pissed some acid in the desert sands
and thinks the lot obeys to their commands
if all lies would be butter, the world would drown
......utterly in to this sea of misery. M