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The Aleppo Merchant 1​-​3

from Word Bombs II by Eddy Morton

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  • Word bombs is the first collection of poems by singer/songwriter Eddy Morton former member of 90’s Folk rock band The Bushbury’s. It is an eclectic mix of political commentary, childhood memory, and recollections of places visited in 30 years of musical travelling. As a solo artist Eddy Morton has released 4 albums " The Singing Tree" and "Stourbridge Town" both distributed via Proper throughout the UK. New album “What It Is to be Human” was released in 2013 and is available on iTunes . Based in Stourbridge he has for the past seventeen years along with his wife Trina Keane owned and run live music venue Katie Fitzgeralds , New Mountain music and more recently Stourbridge Foundation4Music raising funds to help local musicians. Rainbow Man Eddy Morton's fourth solo album is also now available on iTunes

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3 poems from the Artists 4 Syria collection 2016

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HUMANITY, HAS IT REALLY GOT ANY

Where will it end , heaven Knows
A Syrian doctor in a German Town
His two children their minds destroyed
by guns and tanks and bombs and savagery
as their father battled to stem the flow of blood,
casualties and dead, swimming around
the shattered ruins of Aleppo , his once home town

Humanity , has it really got any , It Must be an oxymoron

Its not hard to follow the tracks of their tears
Through the desert of a hundred years
A Tragedy in a sea of faces on an ancient Greek shore
People ask, Why are they coming here , what are they fighting for?
History the great orchestrator , the baton wield
the alchemist of war and the Magister of polity
Plays four dimensional chess in a multi dimensional world
The cogs turn , the moves are made , the machine grinds on its
gears

Humanity , has it really got any , It Must be an oxymoron

Somewhere In the Cradle of Civilisation
The colour book, palm topped Babylonian paradise
of Thesiger’s Marsh arabs , BOAC and psychoPathe Newsreels
we were always pouring petrol on the fire
Oiling the wheels of war and privilege
its small wonder that Middle Eastern minds
turn to Religion and revolution
and sends its children in a wave of fatal retribution

Humanity , has it really got any , It Must be an oxymoron




THE ALEPPO MERCHANT

Unimaginable the sound and fury 

Concrete crystallised, Steel bars vaporised

The Speed of light , the bomb the plight

The sewer cracked , rattled and smacked 

The windows cave and glass shard smashed

Floors collapse and walls despair

Blood runs red amid burning hair

Crossfire caught tween a hard placed rock 

No justice ceasefire no man in the dock

Let the bombs fall and the guns rattle 

Let the jaw jaw creak and commentariat prattle

For a momentary view through children’s eyes 

Hell revisited daily from sky blue skies

In the name of progress in the name of God

For another small grave in a far flung cemetery trod 

For a world of barter and chess play Kings

Swap Bishops for pawns in a game that nobody wins

Reducing buildings and bodies to their component parts

 Ripping up hospitals and tearing out hearts

No food but the cannon fodder cooked up every day

In an endless price war where only the helpless pay

But for a moments quiet to contemplate 

The thoughts of a child amid all that hates 

What the fucks the point of those pearly gates



THE ALEPPO MERCHANT ( part 2)

On the road to Carno
The switchback
greysnake twist and turn
Hedgerowed and white lined
far flung Mountain fern
We are all immigrants here
Seeking asylum from the day to day
the grind and grapple
the constant wordplay
We bury our hearts in the very soil
Scale the rocks in naked toil
Tear up the terrible
Seek solace from the violence
Of the TV tyrants
and the media anti silence
In wave upon wave
we storm the enclave
And I the immigrant here
the refugee from fear
In the clockface hour
it takes to drink
To consume a pint
to stop and think
Another child dies
amid the human cries
Of the TV times
with its gutter rhymes
Its blaring voice
its agonising choice
Of image and Bite
Of Love and shite
I drink my drink
and bide my time
In the Aleppo Merchant
with its hanging sign

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from Word Bombs II, released September 3, 2017
Words and Music : Eddy Morton
Narration : Ted Fisher

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As the founder member of The New Bushbury Mountain Daredevils Eddy Morton toured the UK and Europe constantly for eleven years releasing 8 albums During which time the band appeared at every major Folk/Roots Festival in the UK and Europe including Cambridge, Cropredy, Skagen, Guildford, Dranouter, The Badentreffen and many more. His latest solo release Rainbow Man is available on iTunes ... more

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