#syrian - Hello Poetry

"Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches" Unfortunately the self-centred societies don't care about them Consequently their sufferings are being unnoticed The increasing rate of refugees is aggravated by violence.

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Nov 22, 2021

Nov 22, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC

farah-taskin

Refugees

"Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches" Unfortunately the self-centred societies don't care about them Consequently their sufferings are being unnoticed The increasing rate of refugees is aggravated by violence.

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how do I write about the beauty of the world when barefoot people pass before my window in search of shelter how do I share my pleasure of the birds' sweet song at dawn when I see faces etched with panic from deafening blasts of bombs how to rejoice in love and friendship when meeting people who could barely save their lives after burying their loved ones how can I write with passion of the kindness of the human heart when I see thousands fleeing from the ruins of their homes only to face police walls barbed wire true words are hard to find as said a poet of an older war when it is a lie to speak a lie to keep silent not easy

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Feb 21, 2018

Feb 21, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC

wwhoelbling

poetry in the time of refugees (reposted apropos the recent deadly bombardments of civilians in Syria - nothing has changed, so you get the same poem!!)

how do I write about the beauty of the world when barefoot people pass before my window in search of shelter how do I share my pleasure of the birds' sweet song at dawn when I see faces etched with panic from deafening blasts of bombs how to rejoice in love and friendship when meeting people who could barely save their lives after burying their loved ones how can I write with passion of the kindness of the human heart when I see thousands fleeing from the ruins of their homes only to face police walls barbed wire true words are hard to find as said a poet of an older war when it is a lie to speak a lie to keep silent not easy

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You want to know the state of America? I know a twenty-five year old Syrian male Getting grey hairs From all the stress He has endured.

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Sep 21, 2017

Sep 21, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Grey Hairs

You want to know the state of America? I know a twenty-five year old Syrian male Getting grey hairs From all the stress He has endured.

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THE SYRIAN REBELS HAVE USED A CHEMICAL ATTACK CIVILIAN WOMEN AND CHILDREN WERE UNDER THE RACK A CHEMICAL WEAPON WAS USED ON THE INNOCENT CHILDREN THE BRUTAL REALITY OF THE CIVIL WAR MAY NEVER REACH A CONCLUSION A PLACE OF HEALING AND AN AIRSTRIKE WAS LAUNCHED ON A HOSPITAL WHAT AN ATROCITY AND DISGRACE HOW COULD THIS BE POSSIBLE A NERVE AGENT ATTACK BY THE SYRIAN GOVERNMENT THE WORLD IS DISCUSSED THE U.N. THE WORLD LEADERS SHOULD STOP THIS ATROCITY RETALIATION IS A MUST

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Apr 5, 2017

Apr 5, 2017 at 7:14 PM UTC

mark-riordan

CHEMICAL WEAPONS

THE SYRIAN REBELS HAVE USED A CHEMICAL ATTACK CIVILIAN WOMEN AND CHILDREN WERE UNDER THE RACK A CHEMICAL WEAPON WAS USED ON THE INNOCENT CHILDREN THE BRUTAL REALITY OF THE CIVIL WAR MAY NEVER REACH A CONCLUSION A PLACE OF HEALING AND AN AIRSTRIKE WAS LAUNCHED ON A HOSPITAL WHAT AN ATROCITY AND DISGRACE HOW COULD THIS BE POSSIBLE A NERVE AGENT ATTACK BY THE SYRIAN GOVERNMENT THE WORLD IS DISCUSSED THE U.N. THE WORLD LEADERS SHOULD STOP THIS ATROCITY RETALIATION IS A MUST

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Look. Look again. Don't avert your eyes. Don't keep scrolling. A boy alone on a beach. A product of the dry cheeks of Westminster. Let the image burn. Burn until you can't escape it. Burn until it consumes you. Until it's all you can picture, until you finally regain a pulse. Let the sirens inside you begin as you look, Let the fire of sadness and anger tear through your veins as you look, Feel your heart pour out into the image as you look, Picture his mother, childless as you look, Picture this thousands and thousands times more as you look, And keep looking... N.Hedges

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Sep 4, 2015

Sep 4, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC

nicole-louise

The Boy

Look. Look again. Don't avert your eyes. Don't keep scrolling. A boy alone on a beach. A product of the dry cheeks of Westminster. Let the image burn. Burn until you can't escape it. Burn until it consumes you. Until it's all you can picture, until you finally regain a pulse. Let the sirens inside you begin as you look, Let the fire of sadness and anger tear through your veins as you look, Feel your heart pour out into the image as you look, Picture his mother, childless as you look, Picture this thousands and thousands times more as you look, And keep looking... N.Hedges

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