Syrian Blonde Poem by khaled Elbalishy

I met a Syrian blonde little girl,
She was active, not so ill.
Her golden hair shone at night,
Oh, oh, may be love at first sight.
At a cafe, she sold popcorn,
I was sad.My heart was torn.
She was a princess to sell,
'For Bashar, Allah may kill.
I bought the popcorn and gave money,
'Egypt loves you, bye bye my honey'.
eye drops were running,
Oh the killers were cunning.
Their heart were stones,
Allah can freeze the bones.