O' Children of Syria
We have No Words
We have no more words to say
We have no more tears to shed
We have no more speeches to give
We failed you
We killed you by our silence
We killed you by our vainness
We killed you by our bickering
We killed you by our hypocrisy
We killed you by our naivety
The system said: "It is too complicated"
The system said: "Syria is like the Congo"
The system said: "We will not intervene"
The system said "We are war-fatigued"
The system decided it is ok for you to be slaughtered in droves
It is OK for you to be killed by sniper bullets
It is OK for you to be blown up by barrel bombs
It is OK to drown in the Mediterranean sea
It is OK for you to be gassed to death
By Sarin gas
By Chlorine gas
It is OK for you to have Polio
It is OK for you to starve to death
O' the sons and daughters of "farmers, blacksmiths, doctors and dentists"
You deserve it
And by the way, the system was "very concerned"
They turned a blind eye to your suffering
They just watched, analyzed and rallied
They just screamed, bluffed and sang revolution songs
They waved the new flag, chanted and gossiped
They boasted that freedom needs sacrifices
They said that victory needs sacrifices
They meant your sacrifices, not theirs
They meant your innocent souls, not their guilty ones
They still live in our luxury homes
While you live in a tent
They still eat gourmet and organic meals
While you eat hard bread and garbage
They still have total body massage
While you are tortured by the beast
They still make conferences in five stars hotels
While you are buried in the darkness
Lonely!
Cold!
Scared!
And bitter!
Bitter at those who promised you and left you hanging
Bitter at those who wrote the slogans that you were asked to sing
Bitter at those who recorded you crying in YouTube
Bitter at those who exposed your dead bodies as a proof of the crime
Bitter at those who hailed your death so they can have their safe zones
Bitter at those who abandoned you when you needed them
O' yes, they did sent few dollars
So you can buy powdered milk for one day
So you can buy bread for one day
So you can have a toy in you tent
So you can have an extra blanket in the harsh desert night
We are so sorry O' little ones
We are so sorry O' children of Syria
Forgive us
Your innocent souls are much bigger than our guilty ones
We were not up to the task
We were too small
We failed you
We failed you