The Ghost of Christmas Future not seen by Scrooge CMc (a poem in reminder of Christians in Aleppo and other locations on this day of festivity)
The Ghost of Christmas Future not seen by Scrooge (a poem in reminder of Christians in Aleppo and other locations on this day of festivity) T’is now the day of Christmas, as all through the world, Silence has come from the bombs that were hurled. Life has resumed for those yet in hiding, Despite the terror that still is abiding. Hospitals full of children remain, Many are hopeless, orphaned and maimed. The cry continues, they beg to go home, But parents are gone, they left alone. The streets there are littered, filled with debris, Survivors still hunger, forgotten you see. They live in the shambles of what could have been, Had the world not simply ignored evil again. From those seeking refuge the call has gone out, But refuge is gone, it’s nowhere about. The occupier comes, descending in glee, Rounding them up, in spite of the pleas. Some lucky remnant survive where they’ve fled, Hoping for shelter, ...