Devil Incarnate
It was a spark that lit the freedom path!
Young boys and girls broke out in wrath!
They wrote on walls what once was a dream.
“People want to overthrow this rotten regime”
Soon the police captured these tiny creatures,
And put them through all sorts of tortures
Their folks condemned their brutal cruelty.
And hit the streets demanding justice and equity.
Instead, police and troops fired with all disdain.
They shot them with bullets like torrential rain!
It was a horrible sight in a series of war crimes!
Assad has been committing a million times!!
For six long years he’s left no stone unturned!
He’s used all weapons, permitted and banned!
Bullets, rockets, barrels and chemical gases.
Syrians still wonder, “where are the masses?”
“Why don’t they raise a finger to help us?”
“Are they busy capitalizing on our loss?”
They hear a voice coming from far,
Saying something they find bizarre,
“Human rights and UN organizations,
Have all been lies and fabrications.”
27/4/2017
Copyright © Omar Jabak | Year Posted 2017
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