To Martyrs Poem by Noah Simon

For every Syrian boy and girl
For every woman and solider
Who died as a martyr...

I dream of you living under trees,
Trees that are thicker, brighter than the Zabadany's
I see the children jumping over a river,
A river that is longer, clearer than Barada is,
With water splashing on their smiley faces..

Suddenly, the innocent dream-
Like a pure glass window scatters,
And I see more martyrs... in reality.