White phosphorus, whitewashing White Helmets.
A black man is exiting the White House.
Santa wont drop any more bombs of freedom down Syrian chimneys
Life will quietly start growing under the wrecks.
The dogs of war are helplessly wowing.
They can’t turn your tears into chemical weapons any more.
The prophet is in rage, his prophecies of a global crescent moon forfeited.
Mother Syria.
You stood against an empire.
Mother Syria , you stood against the most powerful nation of vanity.
Mother Syria. The last frontier of dignity in a shameless world