The Children Of Aleppo Poem by Paula Glynn

God's children of Aleppo,
Caught in a world of violence,
Pain and suffering,
Bombs being dropped on homes,
Parents wounded and killed.

Those soldiers doing a job,
That governments say they must,
Cities and towns turning to dust,
The children of Aleppo,
Left to cry and beg in the ruins,
In the once great city of Aleppo in Syria.

But that is no more,
Bombs in their dozens,
Russia not caring for civilians,
Men, women and children,
Left to walk in the dust.

But charities are there,
To help heal those wounds,
The bombs, terrorists and soldiers,
Have left on scarred hearts and minds,
The once peaceful city of Aleppo,
Now a distant memory.

But buses are taking parents and children,
To safe, comfortable places,
Where there is no dust on faces,
For the children of Aleppo,
Have a tale to tell:
Of a city that fell,

Underneath the terrorists,
The planes that dropped bombs,
And soldiers doing a job,
But we must free these children,
Take them into our hearts,
And support them:
Never let them fall apart,
For freedom is on the other side,
And we shall give the children pride.