Joseph Jeremiah Naye Poet Elegy

Bleeding Damascus

A dirge for the ancient and modern
   city.
Damascus a lamentations of the
   blood spilling;
Of the blood of the dying crying 
   'avenge me' like Abel of old.
Of orphaned children lost in the 
   war of adults.

The  wounds of Damascus are so 
  grievous that has  defied 
      all treatments.
Swallowing  its young generation 
   etched in hatred and
      vengeance;
Of ideologies that consume the
   very soul of Syrians

This is a lamentation for the wasted
   generation, of a gap
      deleted forever.
The city of Paul's crusades and 
   conversion.
Of foundations of a hundred 
   generations.
Damascus ancient and modern 
   on the brink.

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