Syrian Lullaby (Poem 217)

There is a sweetness in the air, 

but we fear it may be poison gas.

There is a slight chill in the air, 

but autumn's lost its charm. 

There is a peaceful silence here, 

since the soldiers left, at last. 

There is a sweetness in the air, 

a broth of weeds and bones. 

There is a slight chill in the air,

without my child in my arms. 

There is a peaceful silence here, 

now that we've left our homes. 

There is a sweetness in the air.

There is a sweetness...

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six