Homs, O Homs!
By Jerome D'Costa
You’re an
ancient city of Syria,
Who gave
birth, breast-fed and nurtured so many
Of your
varied inhabitants
For hundreds
of years.
You’re now
being assaulted and raped
And your
children being bombarded, killed and maimed
By the
killing machine of President Bashar al-Assad
Who unabashedly
denies his atrocities to the world.
Why so much pain and suffering?
Because your
sons and daughters are seeking freedom and equality.
They want to
breathe fresh and clean air
As they felt
suffocated from injustice, repression and discrimination.
Persist in
your efforts, make more sacrifices,
Face death
but don’t give up!
Keep to your
principles,
You’ll
succeed at last.
A day will
come
When all
sufferings will end,
And peace
will prevail
When resurrection
will replace death and destruction.
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