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The sunrises but it cannot be seen the grey in the sky and the smoke in the air She knows its time to say goodbye she holds his hand tightly he shakes to let her go she relases his hand 
We live in a world that takes a little bit too much advantage from us We live in a world that expects each and every living individual to be far from perfect
I come from war, I'm used to such pain. Existence disdain, Soul with a scar.
Father’s Eyes   
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 composed my song of unspoken apologies Echoing like the ancient lands’ mythologies   It sang of red, white, and blue, Of thinkers, speakers, revolutionaries too.
drowning in blood thicker than mud spilling out pain nothing to gain It’s starting to rain no place is left dry
We will ride the Wave of Hope. As we count to one-hundred and eighty, Headscarves ten with Haggard men. Fear and Freedom sit in proximity. The boat groans as the sea moans. Babies wail with the rain and hail
Mother you promised me With pinkies and wallahi’s and everything in between You promised we would be free   Every day I wake up wanting to flee With soundtracks of bombs and screams foreseen
Ripples of a Third World Heartbreak My eyes will open And I will see the vibrant yellow paint that has coated the walls of my room
Poor people struggle in bondage. Behind a wall Where they can do no damage, She holds her doll. Both animals in a cage  In their eyes a fiery rage. All turn a blind eye; cannot hear them weep. 
The sky growls angrily And makes the world dim Roaring through the shaky Earth Casting war below him   The inky waves under the reigning sky collide and crash
This is for Alan Kurdi, a three year old boy who drowned on september 2nd 2015 in the mediterranean sea, while fleeing civil war in Syria. Who was later coined the Little Syrian Boy. Alan, We still remember your name.
Bloodshed and horror, Syria is a disaster Peace and aid, nothing could come faster Mothers and fathers can only cope Brothers and sisters can only hope
I felt my eyes shut tight and my hands begin to rise, towards my ears, trying to block out the ghastly cries and heinous shrieks of those who had nothing more to hold on to, nothing more to try and survive for,
Let us be a mystery alone,Let all the answers be unknown..
Change is what people think they can accomplish Change is what people think they can bring to themselves, Yet they can't bring it to what we call "today" We have people dying of hunger,
O beautiful
I SPEAK FOR SYRIA I lay my head on the floor Thinking that it's too late to keep that open door As I'm tied to a post, one whip after the other I wonder how my life will be in another
Days wasted, in a world full of hurt Sitting taking advantage of your right to be calm An angel cries when a shovel hits the dirt
She makes her way around the grounds, following birds and whistling loud, she cherishes those sounds, letting her know that its all safe around.   Soon enough the peace is gone, a sudden scream,
  Children writhe in agony Mothers, fathers weep hysterically Misery abounds Villages frothing with violence The worst has just begun   Confusion Weakness Breath quickens
“Tell me daddy, do you miss mom? Does she come to you in dreams? She came to mine and held out her palm, And she was surrounded with gleams.”   “Your mommy was this life’s joy;
Another war in the name of peace The rehearsed lie that you speak Your deceptive words are at a peak If you try to steal Liberty, she will make a creak   You are selected, not elected
Because we inhaled The tainted air, The air provided to us By the one above, not God But the dictator. The only leader we have known In our short lives   Because we inhaled
This world's gone crazy it seems, Everyone's wrapped up in celebrity dreams, While just down the street, another child starves, No one paying attention, drowned out by the sound of the cars,
Switch lanes, fast pace, different narrow streets Different city, different veterans sleeping on concrete Lone wolves devoured by group of carnivorous pigs Heat-fuelled MACH, punches off the judges' wig
SHE woke upTo EXPLOSIONSbursting her earlobes …Gun shots brought her to a state of CONFUSIONAs time SLOWED Then stoppedThunder crashing, people gasping, CHILDREN cryingWhy  must we WATCH themslowly Dying, fighting, HOPINGCalling out to a world tha
Stop the crying The bleeding, shouting— I can’t sleep.   Oily unease bubbles out My knees grow heavy Throat cluttered by horror, undigested   The buildings alight across the city
Actinic gargles and burps from laboratories, Their chimneys smoking out lethal heat, Lashing the winds with acidic whips, Inside boil synthetics neat, Green enough to melt your meat,
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