Syria, Drop Your Sword Poem by Charles Jagongo

Its a foetus, from a ripped up womb,
A mother swims in her blood, gone,
It's a foetus.

Flies like craws, and worms
Would feast, and dance
Flies like craws.

A neighbour is laughing
Your sword, cause of your wound festering
A neighbour is laughing.

The universe not ours, belongs to a deity,
Carcasses, haunt, elusive is homely,
The universe not ours.

In whose command do you slaughter?
Abandon your sword, make no more slaughter.
In whose command?

A laugh is a sacrifice, a compromise, achieved,
What for rights, journeyed bloodbaths, peace not achieved
A laugh is a sacrifice.

Make peace with God, you don't like me,
Ours is for now, others were here
Make peace with God!