Each day we wake up
There are tears in the eyes of earth
So our little joys
Become little toys
Tossed into the blaze
In the burnt up moons
We measure our strength with blood
The volume
Tells our love for dignity
Yet battle songs are not always for the brave
The brave keep their hearts pure but
unafraid
Recently it was Alkebulan
That submerged
In the flood of human body parts
Piled up, yams tubers
For sale at the World Trade Centre
But before they got there
The Centre was burnt by peace lovers
Sparking several vengeful display
Of scientific supremacy
Now Syria lies at the crossroad
Her fate lingering in the divining room
Each mystical message
Telling different tales-
Germany said no
UK said no
France in a dilemma
USA full of venom
Goes to Congress for death certificate
All for Syria
The diviner lies prostrate
Trying hard not to tilt the du
We all stand
Holding hands across our heads
Praying Syria never goes to the butchers
Her meat, to the soul-prison
Of NATO
Like Libya
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