To the brave men and women and the child-martyrs of Syria-A Poem

A Poem I gift to the brave people of Syria, murdered by cowardly swine and corrupt dogs.  May your oppressors soon be cast into the pit as I pray they will.  And may the Prophet, blessed be his name, cast his nets of protection over your children.  Here is my own Song of Resistance as a small thing to honour your great hearts.

I WILL NOT BE CAST DOWN!

I will not be cast down!

Oppressed or overwhelmed

by all this tragedy.

I will not lose my light

in this cold cold wind.

I need my light to see by.

I’ll not be screwed by fear

into a knuckle,

hard and dense with doubt.

I will not lose my heart

in this sea of swirl and trouble:

I need my heart to love with.

I will not an unbeliever be,

amid these spirals of divinity.

Nor fear the heart of darkness.

I will not lose my sense of Self

at these gates of transformation.

I need my Self to live in.

Bashar al Assad

Wanted for crimes against humanity

You'll be getting yours very soon buddy!  And when you do, I wouldn't want to be in your blood-drenched shoes!