Syria

Emma Briggs

Mar 7, 2018·1 min read

Plastic bags empty of U.N. aid,

filled with corpses of children instead,

placed in rows amongst colourless rubble.

Parents howl.

Shells explode.

The drones are silent.

Death in every direction and nowhere to run.

While tribes kill each other

for history, resources or God,

identical grey bodies

don’t remember.