The Syrian Dream
Have you ever witnessed it fall
Like a bloodstained leaf at the end of Spring?
Have you ever heard its desperate call
Being silenced by bombs never stopping to sing?
Please tell me you did not stand there
Observing cruelty crush it with her dark hands?
Can't you recognize in the burning air
The scent of ashes piling up on perished lands?
Please now watch its wandering owner
lonely as a ghost in a distant place
That forbade him ever to find another.
Lisa Gillet
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