Syrians Ko Salaam. (Salute To Syrians) Poem by saif gallant

Syria oh Syria why do you bleed?
Brother fights brother without thought or need
Ruled by a tyrant for so many years
And now the spilt blood is washed away by tears.
On the shallow beach
Your body was floating
Cold, Quiet
Eyes open, looking for hope
In humanity, that is lost
Under toned roofs and bandaged hearts,
On scattered graves where soldiers strut,
Adrift, in disbelief their souls part,
'It's the terrorists, led by tyrants! ' they barked.

No! No! People they are, children there are!
Who laughs, chuckles & gaze upon stars,
Short-lived and silenced, by the canons roars'
Resistance forms, hopeful to end the war.
The Defense Contractors
Continued to earn their profits
As the Syrian people
Buried their Dead.
No end to the Genocide
In sight.
Just another ordinary day,
For Syrians heavenly flight.

To Hell with all Facades of Civilization!
To Hell with Humanity!
To Hell with Spirituality!
To Hell with "Compassion".
Let's just Make Money
And Profit off the Deaths
Of Innocent People instead!





This new world order
is more like disorder.
such a serious disorder
psychological disorder!
There's no more Syria
all is left is Fearia
and here in India
it's the State of Disturbia
we're severely disturbed,
our minds are polluted
we're like half-people,
alive but executed.
Some big sharks
sharp their teeth on our bones.
World is again invaded by fascists
or their even worse clones!