Homs Poems - Poems about Homs

...The things of which we cannot speak Make us become we cannot say The thing brought back from yesterday That praised the strong and crushed the weak That thing whose name we cannot name That fa......

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...Despite countless factorial permutations & combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms seeking succor asper Somerset Maugham. Mom mee whiz able to sic cure human bondage, boot metastatic ca......

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...At age sixteen you can drive a new car Although you can't enter (most) taverns or bars At sixteen you can even drop out of school If that's who you really think you are At age eighteen y......

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...Quarter past two out to the loo. Back into bed laying my head thoughts come to mind worries to find. Over I turn but still they return. All out of sorts, why do these thoughts infect and ......

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...Beating the midday forlorn sun By foot they begun the journey leaving the pun Beware of the dangers and tactics to shun Between that time and reaching the destination without fun Beholding the ......

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...Homicide Homs Damascus Allepo Home to homeless rubicon Haunted hangman’s habitat Humanity castrated Hosts of hegemomial Holocaustic genocide Harvest of hypocrisy 7-7-7-7......

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...From the dusty street of Homs I write Head buried in ashes- white Hopes piled up in monumental rubble hearts engulfed in catastrophic trouble A motherless child cries in the still My home, a de......

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...Syria In the ugly streets of Homs I lied on my back snipers´ fire hit walls and filled my nose with cement dust and the horrid smell of early death, the aftermath of abused young men who have o......

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...Wen I was jest a litl boy An a pensil was mi toy I likd to rit poms An did mi best … homs As a teenager I began to revolt I got an attitude To the man I was rude My writing was crude I experimented ......

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...Unnumbered human corpses mutilated and spread like illegally-shot elephants in Waza Park! From ‘man know thyself’ to ‘man hates himself’- humans mutilate humans! Future-bound glorious infants, feebl......

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...while syria bombs homs what is america doing with it's drones are the bombs in syria less deadly than ours or are the eye's of the media aimed at what our leaders want us to see truly the terrorist ......

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...I need a page break If you keep reading you’re about to catch bird flu It’s changing seasons all around you Sit back the words are causing your body to react You feel like a woman going through m......

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