A
one way
Arrow, the
world’s lust,
Anesthetized
While black robed
They scurried in tides
Along the narrow streets.
White washed
In cross hairs
As myrrh
Crumbled
In my hands,
From a land
Where trees
Are scored
For healing,
Seeping amber
While you
My sisters
Spill crimson ocre
On the sand
© M. G. Iannucci 2016
This poem was inspired by Afzal Moolla’s poem “As Aleppo Burns”. Click the title to read.
A heart wrenching piece, my respected sister. Your words are searing and you express the horror so vividly. Profound. Touching. Personal. Thank you for writing such a powerful piece for us to read!
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Need to speak for those who cannot.
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So very true
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Intense and heart rending.You have voiced the sentiments of many.Thanks for this soul stirring piece.
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It had to be said. Poetry can be entertaining or it can give you a glimpse into another’s heart and mind. I am striving to be the latter. It is a tough road…but necessary. Thank you for hearing it.
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Human tragic. Thank you for writing this.
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I had to write it. Thank you Yassy for always being so present on my blog. Your words are appreciated.
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You are so very welcome Maria.
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I tweeted your poem. I am so overwhelmed
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Excellent
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Thank you Derrick.
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I tweeted this. Also afzal ‘a poem.
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Wonderful…maybe it will help awareness. Find me on twitter if you like.
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What’s your handle mine us @ yaskhan
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@GmIannucci
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Lol can’t find you
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Did you get me. I can’t find yu
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No.
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@yaskhan
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Shit. Can’t see you
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Oh God. Not happening.
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Omg. You are smart. Got you
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Got you!
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