Where is the joy
\nYesterday I
\nLived to the full
\nI on a high
\nIn the old city
\nWhere dreams came to be
\nThe spirit of yester year
\nCame down on me<\/p>\n
Not far from the border
\nNo weirder sound
\nAll around me was rubble
\nIn it I was drowned
\nChoking, just darkness
\nAnd screams everywhere
\nThe sky full of evil
\nAnd awful despair<\/p>\n
The ceiling came down on us
\nThat’s all I saw
\nMy poor mother lying
\nThere flat on the floor
\nBroken and twisted
\nOur life had become
\nLike one of my dolls
\nTorn and broken and numb<\/p>\n
I was dragged from the rubble
\nAnd put on a seat
\nCovered in blood
\nNot even a sheet
\nThe cameras were rolling
\nThe West wants to see
\nUs victims all bleeding
\nAnd bleeding we be<\/p>\n
Shock and awe
\nWhat’s it for
\nAleppo my town
\nThe blare of the media
\nIt gets us down
\nAs the cameras roll
\nExpressionless I
\nAm a boy in the middle
\nWondering why<\/p>\n
My brother is broken
\nMy father is still
\nOur home is no more
\nAll I feel is a chill
\nI have little to say
\nWhat did I do
\nWas I Wrong to be born
\nI suppose that is true<\/p>\n
Politicians all over
\nThreaten to use
\nTheir great big deterrent
\nTo kill and abuse
\nIt’s the power in their arm
\nAnd their weakness of heart
\nTheir soulless expression
\nAnd that’s where they start<\/p>\n
I’m a boy and the joy that I had
\nIs all gone
\nIn the old city
\nI now sit upon
\nAn ambulance seat
\nWiping blood from my eyes
\nHearing crashes
\nAnd bangs
\nAnd now it applies<\/p>\n
To me I’m in pain
\nMy parents may be
\nAre lost In The rubble
\nAnd will Never be free
\njust a flash and the ceiling
\nFell in on us all
\nI heard my mum scream
\nAnd I saw my dad fall<\/p>\n
When you see me your tears
\nWill not help me at all
\nCan you bring back my mummy
\nAs my daddy did fall
\nHe was trying to fetch
\nMe
\nTrying to save
\nAnd our broken home
\nMay now be his grave<\/p>\n
We are just people
\nWho did you no wrong
\nWe are not politicians
\nWe did belong
\nIn Aleppo alive breathing
\nThe same air
\nWe are no different to
\nYou we should share<\/p>\n
This planet together
\nThat’s how we felt
\nAnd now in the rubble
\nOur cards have been dealt
\nOur home that we loved so
\nIs broken and smashed
\nThe mother I loved so
\nThe old door has bashed
\nI am a lost boy
\nIn a world that’s lost hope
\nAnd opening my eyes
\nI don’t think I can cope<\/p>\n
I have grit in my mouth
\nAnd I can’t really see
\nMy brother I think is in the seat next to me
\nHe seems very quiet its unlike him to be
\nWe were all eating
\nAnd mum had made tea<\/p>\n
Tonight in your safe havens
\nFar far away
\nSpare a thought for us children
\nHaving to pay
\nBecause you want to fight
\nYou want to be
\nControlling the world
\nAnd all its energy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where is the joy Yesterday I Lived to the full I on a high In the old city Where dreams came to be The spirit of yester year Came down on me Not far from the border No weirder sound … Continue reading