Syria Oh Syria - Poem by Rununah S...
Syria oh Syria.
My homeland, my mother land.
Dust in the air,
gun shots flying.
Bullets in their hearts,
Legs getting blown off.
Life is short, they never know when it's their last day.
We have parents losing their innocent kids.
Kids losing their parents.
We will stand strong and fight for our country.
Imagine these your kids, how would you feel?
Wouldn't you be heart broken?
-Their families, friends, cousins, are all gone.
Innocent kids are being shot at everyday and night.
Being raped for no appareant reason.
Pray for Syria, because Syria prays for you.
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