Syria

Syria

your interior

its crumbling;
your two cities 

damascus and aleppo
wrecked
-it's troubling-
that a civilisation so great

should suffer such a sorry fate
ravaged by violence,

too long we've been silenced;

Syria,
you've become a mirror

for the discord and pain 

wracked amongst our people 

this fighting, is it all in vain?

and here, connected

for all our lands are affected

all our lands

(all arid sand)
are soaked in blood

perhaps its for time another flood

to wipe us out

and wash the streets clean

Beloved Noah, could it be foreseen

this obscene, state of nature?
for now its clear, that the earth needs 

cleansing before commencing

to rebuild

the city

the lost city of damascus
What you used to be,
I remember it so clearly-

your lively souks, your beautiful spirit 

these empty lyrics 

they do no justice,

damascus

mountains surrounded you 

solid
(honest and true)

and the ummayad mosque 

gleaming, so seeming

untouched for centuries

this timeless city

where the holy walked

I never thought 

it would happen

not like this

-we've been decieved-

and it's hard to believe

that slowly you're being destroyed

I remember that moment of peaceful

on a hightop overlooking the city 

at night, the lights
they shone so bright
Now, here, torn asunder

the oldest civilisation
-a clap of thunder- 

humankind with each blunder

do you not learn, do you not take head

humankind do not plead

innocence

for the olive trees bear witness
to every action and every inaction
syrians: of this kind

life, how did it grind 

to a halt, who's fault 

is it: the continuation
of the occupation 

of a broken city 

once so pretty

what a heart-wrenching pity

that it's come to this 

I don't understand still 

why so much blood is being spilled
and why we just go on living

when we're all human 

when its been proven 

so many times before

that war
is hell

war is hell.
syria....