Aleppo doesn’t sleep

Ottava rima written for dverse poets challenge. This form is written in eight-line iambic stanzas with rhyme scheme abababcc.

a table and a chair, upturned
remains of last night’s supper
an empty grate where fire once burned
a half chewed leather slipper
an empty place – a lover spurned –
like verdigris on weathered copper
now let them come and bullets spray
we’ll live to see another day

not so lucky, our poor neighbour
a humble man, his pregnant wife
for she had just gone into labour
when soldiers came and took his life
her child they silenced with a sabre
her throat they slit with rusty knife
so it is for far too many
their lives worth less than half a penny


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