Lament For Syria

Barrel bombs fall like summer rain From a clear blue sky, Causing suffering and pain, Causing kids to die. People flee a war-torn home, You can hear them scream. And to Europe thousands roam, A relentless stream. Unseen from high altitude Death comes silently With absolute certitude Life led violently All that’s left a shattered ground, A broken landscape; Nothing left for them to pound, Nowhere to escape. No one to turn to, Nowhere can be found a friend, No one comforts you When will all the suffering end?