For every Syrian boy and girl
For every woman and solider
Who died as a martyr...
...
Hold the brush in your hand
And draw your life
Don't look at others
If it is going to hold you back!
...
Twas too hot a day,
In the middle of may,
When the boy who sells socks,
came In hope to receive some bucks.
...
A Flower
A flower has once opend its petals to the world,
So happy it was that everyone enjoyed its company,
But now, it has grown too shallow, pale and old,
It is cying for help: Oh please! Oh please! Somebody!