Fragments of War

For Aleppo What is the joy of war if not the fragments of blood sprinkled unholily on the ground? Aleppo has seen this braveness and succumbed that the testament lies in the swords and armours. I can feel the test of your suffering and pains, I can smell of the irony of the warship bouncing, I saw the shape of your crying laughter; Sharp, drowning, and, building itself a channel of restriction in this fragments of godless war. Make the body of your masses a holy fortune, let them find delights in your face and soul. Illusion of this abolished fate shall stand when the thousand drop of those tears shall speak, Aleppo! You can fetch from eyes to eyes those filthy shades of darkness and imperfection. Aleppo!! Shatter those winning ageless fate. We have seen your tears and sorrow smiling, we have seen the season of your song hanging here in the throat of howling wind of shame. Your mirror has eyes and mouth to tell the world of those thorns that grow on your skins... Wearing dustless of stories on your neck, in pair of empathy we shall make your tortures known to the world when the time comes. ©John Chizoba Vincent.