This saddened world bawls Aleppo’s

Desperate plea for life so dear

Pummelled and thrashed, in stifled fear

Left without hope for tomorrow

Redemption is, but; a stone’s throw

If symptoms of remorse appear

When reduced to levels of mere

Conscience, which bloodied children know

Howls vengeance; for Hell’s dark regimes

Intend to raze rubble, or death

Regardless of pitiful screams

Appeals to stop – answered, “not yet!”

Feel Rouanne’s nightmare, frittered dreams

Buried alive, she wont forget.


We realize now, the call to cease fire was a ruse; enabling the regime and its dominant ally,  to recharge waning batteries in preparation for a concerted push.  There was no hiding place, when this sleight on Armageddon restarted, the; bombing resumed, but with revitalised ferocity.  We knew then, they were prepared to destroy the city, and its inhabitant, on the off-chance that a small enclave of the terrorists might be taken out.  Their conviction being, the enemy had resorted to using innocent civilians as a possible blockade, an impromptu human shield, for them to cower behind.  The regime had no thought, or care for any innocents – whether children or aged – they would bomb to kingdom come, destroying any and everything in their way ………


The sonnet: ‘Addressed To The Same,’ by John Keats ….

In his writings, Keats invariably concedes to the existence of God, this is coupled with a deep suspicion of religion; probably a conscious repulsion of puritanical influences.  In this sonnet, ‘Addressed To The Same,’ most probably intended for the artist Haydon, as Keats had written a previous sonnet addressed to Haydon, we witness the poet sublimely referring to ‘God of nature,’ The Almighty presence, resident in earth, at the hub of all things spiritual, attended by angels.  The twice capitalized ‘He’ is intrinsic to the monotheistic surmise proffered in the text, as contextual reference to God; who sees, knows, audits and controls everything, even future things to come.  The poet combines the spiritual and material realms, locating them here on earth, in the very first line of the poem.  He elevates God’s closeness to his archangels – one of whom he later names – as an insight into God’s prepossessive control, of all things that is brought into being.  Keats goes as far, as to divine God’s pre-organization of the future, whilst confirming mankind’s unquestionable subservience to this pre-eminent Deity, Almighty God.


Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;

He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,

Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide awake,

Catches His freshness from archangel’ wing:

He of the rose, the violet, the spring,

The social smile, the chain for Freedom’ sake;

And lo! – whose steadfastness would never take

A meaner sound than Raphael’s whispering.

And other spirits there are standing apart

Upon the forehead of the age to come;

These, these will give the world another heart,

And other pulses.  Hear ye not the hum

Of mighty workings? –

Listen a while, ye nations, and be dumb.