The Death Of A Syrian Infant - Poem by khaled Elbalishy
My father Ieave this dirty world,
I go to my destiny for that black period.
Thank Allah, I never survive,
Great death, Angel of death can arrive
I am about to die,
My soul can let my body and fly
My father can carry me to escape death,
The waves make me sink and can't breathe
Allah! this is your mercy,
To meet my death under the sea.
You may dignify me into the pradise,
This is your gift, your prise.
My mother, brother fly with me
The Master takes my soul and says to it be.
My father! Remeber! Remember,
Viva Syria viva syria! Remeber
Syrians never surrender
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