Blood red towards the east was the sky that morning
But here was no blood, just desperate writhing bodies
Foaming at the mouth and gasping, struggling there.
Looking towards Syria that fateful morning.
But there was no blood, so why the red?
Perhaps it’s Gaia‘s blush of shame.
An attack at night on sleeping children.
Looking towards Syria. She tries to understand.
In future years the old soldier talking with yet unborn children….
Oh yes! He said, I was part of the brigade that did the gas attacks.
For there were many! He talked,eyes shining, standing straight.
“I saved my country then and I am proud to tell you that.”
Looking towards Syria and trying to understand.
Text and photographs geoff clements