Poems that matter

A tree in Aleppo

A tree in Aleppo

A grand old oak looked over the scene

Before men fought each other by any mean

It stood on a corner, pride of place

When it saw a war upon its face

Bruised by bombing, festered by fire

As more good people joined death's choir

Buildings blown, terraces torn

The tree stayed there alone to mourn

White helmets rest below its twigs

They sing and party with many good swigs

Over the years the tree stood by

Marvelled by refugees and passers by

By night the city was lit by flames

Made by many forces making many claims

As rubble built up around our tree

Man returned to keep the land free

And to this day the tree stands there

Some parts healthy, some parts bare

When will war end? Maybe one day

And that tree will be there to hail the way

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