O God ! Put back thy universe and give me yesterday...

The artillery raid in Syria
The shell fell on the towns i Syria
And flung its splinters and its blast-wave wide and far-
Into the body of Innocent people. 
On the road and run from Homes
The startled lions from the porch dashed with a snarl,
As if pushed off the porch-steps with a goad.

Another shell now hits the very mansion.
Upon the curb fall statues without breath.
Flame darts up from the rubble like a banner.
A lonely chimney, first-like, towers skyward
As if to threaten enemies with death.

One more shell falls upon the boulevard.
And like magnesia, flares snow beyond the yard.
From somewhere drops a bomb.
Fire starts upon a tower that stands on guard...
Again they fire,
Again shells whine afar !

The long-range Assad's cannon pound and pound...
Where will the next shell, spinning, end its flight?
Houses peoples and homes start away in fright, no hope...
Yet living men pass, never turning round...
How many people most be killed ?...