Syria is a grave yard,

The living dead chasing the dying. 

A country of broken people,

Broken,

Destroyed cities. 

The only thing worth fighting for, 

A tyrants ego whispering serpentine

“I won”

from a palace 

In the middle of a charnel house of a grave yard country. 

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