The Fall of Aleppo

The Fall of Aleppo

It's supposed to be a time of newness, a time of renewed commitments, or a period of resolve to make better choices.  While it's a new year, many existing tragedies accompany us in this transition from 2016 to 2017.  Below one of our bloggers focuses on one of these tragedies, so immense in its horror that its shadow lingers over all of humanity beckoning us to respond in some way.  

The Fall of Aleppo
December 13, 2016

I sit in safety, less than one hour by air, only a few hundred miles from the besieged city of Aleppo that today has finally fallen to the forces of the Assad regime.  I hear the cries of the innocent who wait for death even as they race to find a place of safety, a way out of the inferno of madness that is war. Their cries echo through the fractures of my breaking heart; tears fall and I grieve for the unjustifiable loss of life, for the children, for the men and women who will not see tomorrow. In the wrong place at the wrong time, some are simply civilians whose crime was that they lived in a rebel enclave. Others are aid workers, rescuers who sought to save and heal, remain alongside activists for freedom. They are all trapped together under the threat of indiscriminate armaments roaring over their heads, exploding in their streets. War, its strategies of conquest and death, its madness and sophisticated violence, its use of ever stronger force blindly focused to eradicate all resistance, whatever the cost. 

The world watches, waits for the aftermath when the last enclave falls. Breaking news informs of reprisal, the inevitable massacre has begun. The execution count unashamedly includes tens of women and children, all of them deemed enemies. 

Helpless to help, I can but weep and plead for mercy

The Fall of Aleppo
We close our eyes
and think because
we cannot see the darkness
it is not our own. 
War in real time, 
voices emerge from the rubble, 
disembodied cries rise amidst the ruins. 

From under mounds of wreckage
telephones still beep their signals
to an anesthetized world. 
Death-rattles tweet
into the hollow bright realm
of supercomputers, 
thought-fast communications.

Their android voices twitter
through labyrinthine cyber-nets,
crossing continents
at the speed of light,
disseminating darkness
as multitudes fall, swallowed
in the maw of today’s real time war. 

Another Voice 2017  ©
December 13, 2016

If you would like to help, please consider contributing to one of the following organizations.

  1. Doctors without Borders
  2. Syrian American Medical Society
  3. International Rescue Committee
  4. Save the Children
  5. Just Beyond Our Border (an Israeli organization helping provide food, medicine and other items needed this winter)
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