What will Become of Them?

(On the children of Aleppo)

Broken buildings
like broken bodies
like ashes across the faces of
children sitting in
Frozen gaze staring
blankly into the
Numbing Rumbling Rubble
of bomb blast.
The carnage crawls
swallowing childhood
with sound of shells shattering
the pavement
scattering the scent of injustice.

I hear the cries of the oppressed
rising from the ruins,
The living now burdened
with thoughts of the dead,
As children are robbed of the freedom
to be children again.

The hubris of men is mighty,
Mighty enough to smash a city,
Leaving behind broken pieces
like trails of crumbs
to feed the children as they grow.

Matthew J. Lawler is a poet and Chicago native. He has been published in numerous literary journals, including, The Miscreant, Sick Lit Magazine, Caravel, Visual Verse, Unlost, Tuck Magazine, People's Tribune, forthcoming in an anthology( The Best Emerging Poets of Illinois) by Z Publishing. He lives to write and writes to live. You can find him on Facebook at www.facebook.com/matthewjlawlerpoet Read other articles by Matthew J..