In 1971 Assad rule changed Syrias democracy into a
dictatorship for 41 years
Over 80000 people have been murdered,
More than 20000 imprisoned, kidnapped or missing.
This poem is for those who had net yet fallen.
*End of chant*
Limbs of what was once my family lie in my arms.
My throat was stolen, my blood screams, 7 generations tortured!
Over 80000 people have been murdered,
More than 20000 imprisoned, kidnapped or missing.
This poem is for those who had net yet fallen.
*End of chant*
Limbs of what was once my family lie in my arms.
My throat was stolen, my blood screams, 7 generations tortured!
Lord, send angel Azrael
to guard the souls,
Let them know that they are still living and let the living hear the anthem of something... I know
Let them know that they are still living and let the living hear the anthem of something... I know
My people are here even
though I cannot see
My people, I can hear....my people ...
My people, I can hear....my people ...
We are speaking as one,
The tyrant inside of me is ravenous;
41 year old rotting hands bedazzeled
with rings of oil drums and gems of blood
grinding at my veins ...
I tried to keep my mouth shut for my tongue didn't have any more room for scars in the shape of my teeth.
The tyrant inside of me is ravenous;
41 year old rotting hands bedazzeled
with rings of oil drums and gems of blood
grinding at my veins ...
I tried to keep my mouth shut for my tongue didn't have any more room for scars in the shape of my teeth.
March 2011 we have been reborn, a social infant screaming: let us live ! We will speak until throats are raw until all of syria is in the news
The dates will read like obituaries
*crying*
[April 2012, syrian tanks begin an 11 day seige of deraa, July 31st, 140 dead, December 10th 210 dead, May 25th 107 dead, June 9th 76 dead, May 29th 2012 500000 protesting (Hummaaa!?)]
*La astati' an taslem, la taslem!*
You can shoot blood push that rape up Break me I will not fall
Stallin mcarthy, hiroshima me I will not fall
Large shackle ballot sweatshop me
Refugee water pour !?) oppress me textbook capture do see me!
You will try to crack my rib shotgun but the bending of my knees belongs to my lord! lord,
Allow hades to light a fire in my chest on days you did not ignite the sun,
When nails are torn from bloody hands,
When mother is ripped from child, father from son,
When the last demascus rose is stripped of all her color
When I am left lushing out for the last mirage of a broken land ... I cannot fall I will not fall.
There will be a time when we can eat together,
When we will build homes out of abandoned tanks,
Peace is a rusted recoil,
We will sip from the cups made of old grenades and shades of green are only worn by nature.
There will be a time when the fences choose to sit with us
Instead of standing between us.
Ameen.
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