For Syria ? Poem by Maria Shaw

Look behind the enemy lines
you'll be amazed at what you find
Dictators and Governments shaking hands
as land is seized at their command.

They fail to highlight the slaughter
they forget to name the martyr's
those who die in vain
to tell the world of their sorrow and pain.

Restless souls wail
on a land of barren soil
against all odds roses grow
the blood of the dead brings forth new growth.

Thorns protect their place of rest
as seeds of love are sown,
the world looks on oblivious
as roses continue to grow.

Women and children slaughtered
when will this madness end
what goes around comes around
Karma has no friend.