The Syrian Devil

Children lie dying Punished for waking up one more day In unbearable heat, in a dirty war They have no Generals To defend them From the evils of men They have no advocates for peace All the gods seem to be sleeping As so many infants weep, into deathly silence They exist no more Good men take no action As evil men fight for more blood We must stand up to the horrors And give breath to those too weak to stand We must march on in honor and face the faceless Who wish harm to all with good will Sadness created by Assad For many a year Infants give only love Can we not promise them? Shoofakboukra? Marhaba Shoofakboukra = We will see you tomorrow Marhaba = God is Love Inspired not only by recent events, but by interviews with people who at the time were children playing with unexploded phosphorus bombs dropped by the Syrian regime in Lebanon.