Monday, March 6, 2017



Oh Syria, Syria!
What have you done?
Murdering young citizens,
Women and children?
Armless, defenseless and helpless:
Pounding the city into rubbles
Turning it into ghost land.
Oh Syria!
Feeding fat on the blood of
The innocent, invading the land like
A stranger:
Oh Syria! Won’t peace reign?
Children in rubbles crying,
Helpless, others dead!
What have they done?

What buildest thou O Syria?
Have you not fed enough?
Won’t there be peace?
See the anguish of your children!
Wail, Syria! Mourn for your days
are numbered.
The end to wickedness!
Can’t you see the blood spill?
Women turned widows!
Children turned orphans!
With their blood wilt thou purchase
Whence art thine humanity?
The land cried while thou dine
And wine with thine allies!
Thou dines and wines whilst the
Land groans.

Be in solitude, hear the noise.
Not bleating of sheep but cries of
Anguish which thou unleash
On thine children as they wonder
What their crime was!
Syria is torn apart and the world
Look away.
The gluttonous leaders who are
Never satisfied. Constantly feast
On the blood of the innocent while
The world wine and dine and look away
As if nothing is happening!
Is this life?
Is this humanity?
Think! Think!! Think!!!
Oh Syria!

Caleb Zadok
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