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Abraham is weeping
Aleppo, former Haran was the turf
Of kith and kin of Father Abraham
To live in and his Lord with zeal to serve,
Till God bade him to move to Canaan.
High on the hill, Aleppo's citadel,
A palace fortress famed in history,
With ramparts high invaders to repel,
Fort that saw battle hard and victory.
Our father Abraham there milked his sheep,-
The patriarchal cradle of Haran,
There he would plough and till and harvest reap.
'Ere by God's will he moved to Canaan.
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Paddam- Aram Harran does hold the well
Where once Rebecca her fresh water drew,
The biblical well documented site,
Where Laban cheated and then sheared a ewe.
This land saw kingdoms and empires rise.
Saw proud magnificence and sad decline.
Saw conquest. victory, and then demise,
'Neath sluggish rule or sovereignty vulpine.
So many of them were that had their time,
To rule the land with reckless cruelty.
But Bashar al Assad is tops in crime,
And rules with singular perversity
Massacres' blood-stains now drench Syrian sod
And carnage foul while high-tech bombers hit
The dying parents and the little kid
That cry for vengance to almighty God.
And father Abraham weeps bitterly
Disconsolate, to see his land devoid
Of help in need 'gainst muerderous tyranny,
The sacred earth of yore killed and destroyd.
The tears of Abraham wet Syria's sod,
They move the solid rocks and every stone.
And move to mobilize HIS lightning rod.
As they rise up before the Almighty's throne.
(copyright) Elizabeth Dandy
