There was two of them, brothers;
Just online screen names to the rest of them;
Chaotic chatrooms and humorous banter was their dominion;
Suddenly gone, lost, forgotten.
O Syria...
Where have your sons gone?
In the midst of the blood and chaos of a war,
Fallen bodies and death surrounds,
Cries and screams and pervade the streets of horror...
O Syria...
Your children have fallen and are trodden in blood filled streets,
Your sons dying...
Your daughter's virtue stolen...
And the world, silent.
YOU ARE READING
This Road
PoetryRating: G A collection of poetry written from real life experience. ©Sharifah Zaid AlHadhrami, 2013 Cover: Zammurad
