There are thousands of new, dark stars in the evening sky tonight.
Each one a soul who died yesterday, today, tomorrow in Aleppo
Babies burned in their beds,
Doctors lined up and executed outside the hospital,
The elderly, machine-gunned as they walked the bombed and broken streets.
I will count my prayers on those stars tonight
— Ya Allah, Ya Rehman, Ya Rahim
— Ya Kareem, Ya Hayy, Ya Qayoom
I will wish for terrible retribution on your liberators.
And tomorrow, and for the rest of my life
I will tell the world about all of its new constellations.
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