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! 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 My people are here even though I cannot see 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. March 2011 we have been reborn, a social infant screaming: let us live ! We will speak until throats are raw until all of