Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk 

Like Father, Like Sun

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Assad's safe there in Moscow

With blood upon his hands

While back in now free Syria

The dead lie 'neath the land

Son who followed father

Like him not loved, but feared

Those who spoke against him

Were killed or disappeared

To prisons cross his country

In sunken hidden cell

To suffer vicious torture

Endure a living hell

As countless crimes uncovered

The families left to weep

While Putin hosts a butcher

Such company they keep

As people sensing freedom

Can now afford to hope

Assad deserves not sanctuary

But fate on end of rope.

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