As the streets of Aleppo burn
Our TV channels simply turn
To hide the guilt, to mask the fear
avoid what we don’t want to hear.
We sit by the fire, biscuit in hand
All oblivious to our fellow man.
Assad, Obama, Putin and Co
Playing games and nobody knows
The horror of war, the fear and terror
As we complain about the cold weather.
Children starving, children dying, can
You hear those children crying?
Dreaming of food, dreaming of survival,
Lying waiting on the next bomb’s arrival.
You may turn the channel, you can close your eyes
But the horror goes on and we still hear the cries.
As you prepare for Santa and presents galore
Remember Aleppo, as it’s burned to the floor.