Bullets and rockets on rampage
Claiming innocent human lives...
Stillness, akin to time immemorial,
A character of the past, a deplorable...
As great as this country is
No country can ever be...
The pen his sword and the parchment his...
His goal to press the enemy to fully yield...
Path set in stone, my legs are not my own.
Forever ambling toward distant horizons...
They put a rifle in my hand
They give me magazines...
No heart, no soul
Yellow bellied from the get go...
I want to write - never for fame, never for
medals or certificates or my name on a...
My Beloved Nation.
Once again...
Unfurl your flag, let your marching tune soar
in defeat nonetheless you stood your ground...
what did you feel,
throwing some food...
(For Syria)
I find a way...