Friday, 7 April 2017

The graves are filling fast

When they dropped chemical bombs on Syria


Cover me quick,
The clouds come hither,
How do I stop from breathing?
Cover my eyes,
I can't see mother,
How will I find my way?
Cover my arms,
My skin is burning,
How do I burn alive?
Cover me all,
There are so many,
How will you bury us all?
Cover my uncle, my aunt, my brother, my father,
The graves are filling up fast,
Soon there will be no more left,
To cover us at all.

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