Crafted by Shreyas Joshi

Syrian Spears



I fear everything

Falling

On the ground

Even the rain that

Thunders down


When darkness spreads

Across the sky

And air gets

Heavy as time

Scared I run and-


Crouch beneath the

Wobbly table trying

To hide from

The falling spears, that

Rip off-


Flesh from hands and feet

And booms

That bury piercing cries

As homes turn

Into debris.


Abbu tells me

I need not fear

It's been a month since

Any spears fell.

He asks me


To crawl out

Giving me his hand

Until a boom

Echoed

The land, leaving me with

Just Abbu's hand.