Syria

The country's in turmoil, with guns everywhere,

And levels of violence now too hard to bear;

Leaders emerge with the aim to enslave

Those whom they don't send before to their grave;

Buildings which once firmly stood on the ground

Are just piles of rubble that's scattered around;

Bridges have gone; many roads are destroyed

With no other structures to fill in the void;

Crops are not planted, for who can foresee

What the position at harvest might be;

The schools and the hospitals fight to survive

To keep education and healthcare alive;

Industry slumps; people’s confidence dips;

Production to virtually nothing soon slips;

The whole population's surrounded by fear,

Knowing the danger that's always so near;

Food is a problem where fighting is rife,

And not everybody can flee from the strife;

Chaos occurs with the numbers that race

To leave sites of battle and find a safe place;

Unimaginable horrors stalk over the land,

Where culture and wealth in the past used to stand.

What does the future hold?   No-one can tell,

But the present could well be described as like hell.