Syria Poems

SYRIANS MADE A MISTAKE

Peacefully they had marched on
Voices raised, not fists
Pleading for freedom,
For a chance to breathe without fear.

But what truly is freedom?
Is it worth twelve million displaced souls
Cities leveled into dust
And dreams buried beneath rubble?

What began as peaceful
Became a wound the world blinked past
Sores etched into memory
Scars broadcast, then forgotten.

The headlines have moved on
But the grief remains
Mothers

Slaughter in Syria'

There is talk of peace..Yet Much conflict goes on' where are the drainstream media.? When such  bad things in islam are
Going on.' Is there only one prisim? Through which the world can be viewed..I answer no.' As the false dawn of the
Insitu; behemoths is cut away.' a sad fractured reality
Comes now into our view.'

Syria Reborn

From Syria’s land where silence wept,
Our hopes arose. From grief they leapt.
Through broken streets and skies so grey,
We aimed for light with feet of clay.
We sang a song, so calm and rare,
Against the chains, against despair.
Hand in hand, we dug for light,
To chase away the endless night.
With every breath,we marched for dawn,
And Syria's soul was

Three Stars Over Syria

Sic semper tyrannis thus always to tyrants.  Rebel rebel rebel !  Storms of rebellion topple his brutal regime capture the capital, Damascus liberation celebration.  His brutal regime…millions fled for their lives while squashed beneath his iron fist thousands flee who stood by him as his subject's writhe and perish ‘neath chemicals unleashed.

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

Hiding Philadelphia

"Hiding Philadelphia"

The ground has cracked open 
like an egg, 
the shell scattered 
all about 
the yolk of life
sucked into the rubble 
where a child is born 
and carried out 
like a prayer 
an offering
to the silence
of mothers 
lost in the 
sentences
of the seven
churches
consorting
with angels and 
their lampstands
held in the right hand 
of a dead man

Bardaisan: Harp of the Pearl

Son of the river Dai?an that flowed with much joy
Sailed into this world through ancient Edessa
Hear: He is the true harp of the Holy Spirit

Once a follower of the oracles of stars
Soon realized the dark blindness of their teachings
When he saw the light of the Son rise in the east

No longer shooting arrows in the

Russia Refrain

The Russians have made it quite plain
Life is something that they disdain
They plan to destroy
Every girl and boy
In Syria and the Ukraine!

Syria My Lovely

Syria, my lovely 

 Asma al-Assad, the wife of the president in Syria
  her crime is to be married to Bashir al- Assad.
 Since the president of Syria is sitting pretty, they had to find a softer target hence his wife.
Hadn´t she defended the Syrian army, said they were brave
they must be after ten

To the Syrian Refugees

Have wonderful days in Austria,
    until the war is over in Syria.
    Enjoy your life and adore
    what you can get. We give you more
    as we have for ourselves.
    We wish you the best, appreciate our helps.
  

Jinxed

Screams, Screeches, groans and wails
Let me tell you Agonies’ tales

And of bullets, bombs and pellet guns
For a person with Heart must know these pains 

Here somewhere, kids are blinded; men are jailed
Women are molested; the old are tortured

Lucky, You have a home and a steak to fry
Billions starve and sleep under the frigid Sky

The wild

All Lives Matter

Raising the slogans won't make it any better. 
Dare to accept the truth, 
All lives matter. 
Does that sound better, 
Islam is the way out, 
Quran is the light out. 
Read it I promise you will later have no doubt, 
As  from it I have learned 
All lives matter.

The Boy From Syria

The Boy from Syria
Made me think about life and hysteria 
The Boy from Syria 
Smiled and left me shocked 
The Boy from Syria 
Can not afford a bicycle, I didn't say I had a car
The Boy from Syria
Had not found a job yet from the time I met him last year
The Boy from Syria 
Left

Angel of Death On Dooms Day

O' beings of flesh and blood, 
Behold thy breaths! 
For I am sent to put an end
To your infinite cruelties and untamed lusts! 

What have you done to Earth! 
What have you done to Hearts! 
You crushed the buds
You murdered the hopes
And never for once you fear the One

Your hearts have turned stones, 
They didn't

Remnant of War

A Remnant of War

Here I am,
A remnant of war,
Here I lay, broken and riddled with arrows and acrimony
As I watch the birds fly away with my bloodied eyes. 

The sky is as grim as the reapers
Who unleashed hell on us,
Ambushing us, we harmless hands,
Isn't that cowardice? 

The field is bloody
The vultures are ready
To eat of

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