Syria

Cry to the sky

Beg for a chance, a sign that he will help

Let the thunder come and strike

For what I have is none no more

It rains lukewarm tears of sadness

I pray the pain to stop

I scream, but my voice won't reach anymore

Let this day end

Please let it end

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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