A Wounded Syrian Girl |
The Atlantic |
I pray for your young men and women
Fast and strong, full of life
But not faster than the bullets
And not stronger than the bombs
I pray.
I pray for your children
Playful but disrupted
Innocent but victims
Their ears ringing with the shrieks of violence
Overpowering their natural born song
I pray.
I pray for your elderly
Whose years tell the stories
Of a very ancient people
Your elderly who long for the not so long ago
Peaceful years that feel like they have never existed
I pray.
I pray for your babies, Mother
Growing up to the shattering of rockets
To the trembling of destruction
To the confusion of not having a home
Within their home
I pray.
For your mothers and your fathers
For they proudly bear the weight of the Motherland
That is being slaughtered yet again, mercilessly
I pray for your children
Playful but disrupted
Innocent but victims
Their ears ringing with the shrieks of violence
Overpowering their natural born song
I pray.
I pray for your elderly
Whose years tell the stories
Of a very ancient people
Your elderly who long for the not so long ago
Peaceful years that feel like they have never existed
I pray.
I pray for your babies, Mother
Growing up to the shattering of rockets
To the trembling of destruction
To the confusion of not having a home
Within their home
I pray.
For your mothers and your fathers
For they proudly bear the weight of the Motherland
That is being slaughtered yet again, mercilessly
They understand
Land, only land. Not Mother, not Father
Your children leaving you without...
Because they cannot save you
I pray for you, Syria.
I pray for your peace.
Land, only land. Not Mother, not Father
Your children leaving you without...
Because they cannot save you
I pray for you, Syria.
I pray for your peace.
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Powerful prayer, my love!
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