In Horror the Children Cry

The cruel beastly fire Blazed the land of the earth, Shattered many sinless lives, And orphans they become everyday, But they are yet to be motherless, Since many more mothers in the planet Earth are with them With soothing hearts, In dread and horror our children cry, The heat blotted out their tears—their weeping, An infernal wind it created in the abode of mankind, Its ghastly look our children fear, An impious havoc it inflicted upon them! Their hearts cry, blazon severe pain, Twisted many motherly hearts, Who are not very far from them! All agonized despaired children Wanted some water to quench their thirst. In fear, in the shadows of night They fell asleep, no drinking water, Nowhere, we hope in one morn they’ll wake up With the heralds of triumph, with water to drink, with smile in the lips and Peace in many disquieted mothers’ hearts. Dedicated to the children of Syria.