Syira Poem by Yasser Koor

Syira



No body listen
Nobody feels
No body even
Try to relieve

there are nohearts
there are no souls
Syria under fire
Syria calls
where are the values
where are the hearts
come on sotp this
Comedy and take it off
Life is endding
there is no doubt
How could any one
Handel that
how could any
hand make that
how could any
heart allow that
Killing....Sadness
Distroyness....
that is not fair.....
Calling the world.......
please stop that....

Saturday, October 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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