Syria, unshackled and free
Syria, unshackled by the three crimson stars, twinkling so free
Yearning for so long, for the green field, the future to be
Ripping off the blood-stained past of every sin and atrocity
In his strength, he made the lions and they dynasty flee
And they, the Guardians of the Syrian Homeland, became free
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2024
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