Spice scented air, colours, sounds.
Urban markets are vibrant with life.
Droning birds carry deadly intent,
fuelled by cataclysmic opinions.
A loved city, bombed and broken,
screams ricochet off shattered lives.
Refugees flee to the edge of insane,
shadows of home facing their backs.
Many lost, souls rise in dust laden air.
Urban arteries are running with blood.
Julian Clarke © 2017