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?
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