For the love of Syria where women are giving wombs for tombs

Singing in every land

It will never be a strange land

When it is someone’s home it is mine too

You wonder where I come from this rhythmic dynamo

With drums beyond calling mourning no one fails to rise

How can we sleep when our land is fire?

Syria is not thousands of miles from home

In our palms we can see her map

In our lives her shape too

How shall it be possible that we are not dying in her?

I would my alarm wake me every hour of night

Women are giving their wombs for tombs.

I saw the same arrows hit my homeland once

Sitting on our own maps, home became exile

When a land is not free and is death trodden

Beyond the rivers of Babylon must strong song be heard.

You sing a song how you can for every home is a strange land

when violence is every padlock and every key broken

I will sing it with and without tuneful drums

In music I will dream beyond sand dunes

of horror

I will ask myself what my thoughts can do

I will answer to my own question with something I know

I have known too our nation held by a thread of life

Cobwebs of thoughtful prayer remained our all

I felt the winds dry our tears and saw dust turn into bread

When energies focus the world will makes itself anew

Who holds the Olympic of peace?

Maybe is not maybe in this unreasonable horror

Annan is not sleeping and us too make vigil

The hour of pain is shared by the chosen few

Easy to count on five fingers continents

We are going to rent the skies with our thoughts

It does not matter that no one cheers, this is not a match.

It must rain reason in Syria now, not tomorrow

Graves and broken bones also deserve peace

Justice must be written on every ruin of blood so sad

And we tell As sad on a sad day the truth

That the moon still rises and stalks the sun

No land remains parted the seas bind one and all

No land bleeds alone, blood oozes into the sea

The underworld is sighing and darkness maybe is dying

Who will return a happy dawn to Syria and Afghanistan?

My alarm clock brings no salaams

It rings Ssss for Syria and A for Afghanistan

These seas of violence must peace kiss

How for the mothers, children and even men

Can violence be sliced like daily bread?

I have seen Syria bleeding endlessly

We have voiced and called to the deaf

We sent our force of justice silently

News of relentless fighting has not ceased

Does power always equal the same?

I have set my clock to alarm me every hour

So that I remember my safety is not for granted

So that I jog our memory to the present

Sounds of bullet fire and screams and deaths

Can news be something else for a change?

Sad as Assad who nods not for the moment

Assenting to the people would have been easier

Assessing the day with clock wise move from Tunisia

They fear that we never learn what no one knows

Is knowing so unknown in faiths confessing knowledge?