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The Horror of Aleppo
May grief freely flow. Our hearts fill with sorrow. Can we compassion borrow? Nothing at all left to owe. Can anyone save Aleppo? Aleppo now has no other name History has recorded its fame The ruling clique has no shame The entire world falls into blame Will no one at all save Aleppo? A city fully destroyed, With human lives toyed. Daily life no longer enjoyed, We are looking into the void. Can anyone save Aleppo? Wherever we may go, We feel the undertow. Listen to the cries of woe, With no hope of tomorrow. Can anyone save Aleppo? Mothers only embrace sorrow; Sad orphans bow their heads low; Fearful civilians flee with the crow; Starving children no longer grow; Can anyone save Aleppo? War planes now fly overhead; We seek puff clouds instead; Exploding bombs we dread; Soon we will all be dead, Unless someone saves Aleppo. This will be our very last day; There is nothing left to say. What misery we have to pay; Can anyone this horror delay? If only someone can save Aleppo! I am still a child only ten years old; You are beautiful I was once told. My mother not here my hand to hold. Will I have the luxury of growing old? Can anyone now save Aleppo? Good-bye world, this one last time. May the earth still continue to shine. Today, this day, is no longer mine. I lay myself down, no longer to pine. Aleppo stands desolate, an odious crime.
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