صرخة طفل بقلم جميلة طوط
My Beloved Syria
I am a child, born like any other, to a new instigation
Innocent, not knowing the gist of life or the path to my destination
Pure hearted, with not a single drop of hatred or exasperation
I am the one who fills the world with pureness and gratification
I don’t understand what war is all about, but observe it as a great complication
I can see it causing countless deaths and human deformation
I have been born to a world full of loss and devastation
Unaware of the peace found in any other location
I have been deprived of my youth, maturing too early, without any preparation
Grieving over the deaths of loved ones and giving them my last salutation
I wait for hours hoping the day to end, but wake up to see another replication
All I hear is the sound of bombs and cries of people fleeing from the assassination
I see a friend, a sibling, a family member die without another exhalation
I feel as though my tears will never dry up and come to a termination
I have hope that one day my country will become a free nation
Never giving up, because I was taught to fight for my liberation
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