Syria
As God is our witness we shall
Create from your Golgotha
Lush gardens where young girls and boys will play
And from your crown of thorns we shall weave
Garlands of crimson roses and anemones
And as the larks and nightingales sing
Lingering in the blue of the skies
Our children will chant in the apple trees
And there will be psalms of joy and there will be peace
So burn in love you whom the world has forgotten
And blaze in pity in your unknown shredded graves.
Even while you are starving even while your children are dying
Burst into the flames of gentle grace
Then put out the fires with the tears of compassion.
I pray you be forged by love not by hate
And turn into something rich and strange
And of the fires let nothing remain alight
But the overwhelming ascending light.
Alisar Iram
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