Syria Sprout To Glory Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Syria, once a land filled with strife and pain
Where tears were shed and blood was oft spilled
Amidst the chaos, hope seemed but in vain
And the future, with uncertainty, was filled
But oh, how the tides have now turned
For beneath the rubble, a sprout did emerge
Amidst the ashes, a new flame burned
And the people's spirits, it did converge
With resilience and courage, they rose
From the ashes of destruction and fear
Like a phoenix, they did truly disclose
Their strength, their pride, their voices clear
And now, Syria, you blossom anew
With beauty and grace, you rise in glory
Your people, your land, forever true
A tale of triumph, in your timeless story
From darkness, you have sprouted to shine
Syria, your glory will forever be thine.