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Weeping Webbed World: Apropos of a Syrian Nightmare

Weeping Webbed World (Apropos of a Syrian Nightmare) Affronts to humanity streak the skies Like once perched war eagles Soaring over communities of prey Where the lingering smell of death Is as normal as the scent flowers once had. A grieving webbed world in abject apathy Awaits the cesarean births of hope and peace— Hope and peace laboring on the delivery table of life. Will they too, become miscarriage siblings?

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