Do not shell, do not bombard
The Syrian daughter,
My daughter,
My little afraid of,
How will she
A little heart, a little soul
Lost into the wilderness
And mess of bombardment
And shelling.
Do not bombard,
Do not,
My small Syrian daughter
How will she sustain,
Survive
A small girl,
A soul and a heart,
How will she,
How will she live?
To destroy Syria in such a way,
To devastate lives,
How to take to,
Never can imagine in such a way,
What war has given what war has taken away
From all of us,
What crusades and religious wars,
What religious madness
And fanaticism,
What have orthodoxy and bigotry?
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