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To The Syrian Child

Dedicated to all the children who were Victims of the conflicts in Syria You have heard more grenades crack at dawn As bullets wizz beneath your pale sun- O Syrian Child! Whose family has been torn By Taliban glories and Tribal rivalries. O Syrian Child! To whom pain sets the day To whom bliss only exists in the books- You lost your sense of smile And forgot to dream like every child. O Syrian Child! before you she perished- That sweet mother, blown in her parish: You watched her Kick, as she supplicated you: "Flee son, flee to Yabroud. Flee!! Alahu agba. O Syrian Child! She was your only mark, Since dad had fallen years gone and dark. The Bomb had gotten her, as it had gotten him- And now you are left to the world's cruel hymn. Wipe your eyes, O syrian Child! The pain bleeds your tender heart- The terror of your people is a pile: O child! How I dream you were a blissful lad. Go down on your mat, Pray, pray! pound out to Him, Call out to him, sweet Allah, He knows your broiled dilemma. He knows, he knows, O Syrian Child! Allah knows - that very God we worship. There are tears in his tender eyes, As he watches his people in ruin. O child! there is a way up yonder The Lamb rubs his head against you Urging you to hope for joy by Looking up to that God, Allah!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 10/22/2013 11:33:00 AM
This is emotional Gerald. Well written. Loved your diction. Good one, as i have come to expect from you.
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Date: 10/18/2013 9:39:00 AM
Emotive and expressive political work that you have penned in this one..Enjoyed reading it today..Sara
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