Syria - Everyone Writes A Story (Give Syria Back It's Peace) Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

No one wants to think of the dead
who have not survived to tell their story,
they died in bomb explosions and by gunshots
they never lived to express their pain;
many fled and took refuge in shame
unable to stand there and defend
their families, their country, their honor,
rigid became heart and mind as devastation elevated.
A little of air to breathe was all their hope
the world without peace is like an empty hole
as people kept walking through debris and crisis
the world leaders forgot to find a route to remedy
which could freeze hatred, cruelty and disdain instantly.

Everyone chose to write his her own story
how they fled, how they escaped and survived the war;
what of those many children who have gone away
to live far away from their families and homes?
what about those soldiers and people who died
without their deadline to die and without any mercy?
where and when will they write their story
who will ever know that aghast with brutality
they died looking at horror amidst their own walls
as their houses kept falling, streets got vacated
young sons and daughters got killed ruthlessly
in front of their very own mother's and father's sight?
when will those eyes of sadness look at the sunrise again
which lived with happiness each day when
peace was prize and fraternity was enchantment?