So say you had a farm outside Aleppo
Sown with barrel bombs and sarin gas
And overgrown with isis and al nusra
Now would you flee for life or stay for grass?
Well some brave western columnists and bloggers
Are saying that you should have stayed and fought
When they’d have shit their croissant-crusted trousers
And braved neither the butcher nor the boat.
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