Damascus Road – Syria credit – biblewalk.com
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Children’s faces gnarled in fear,
Mother’s scratching and clawing through smoldering rubble,
Eyes blurred with salt of tears,
We did not ask for the master’s trouble.
As sounds of jets unseen scream overhead,
Bombs and bullets rip their way,
A bloody path paved with the dead,
That no longer live to love another day.
While nations watch the slaughter unfold,
Antiquities cities fall in ruin,
Tragic stories as yet untold,
Of a once great civilizations grievous undoing.
How sad an era of humankind,
While those with influence and power wait,
Their hesitance astonishes and confounds the mind,
As their fellow men perish at the Devils gate.
How many more must fall at the feet of tyranny,
Before we rise up and unite as one,
The reasons given there have been many,
Act we must before the next setting sun.
Damascus and Aleppo cities on fire,
Assad fails to heed their sacred call,
Culture replaced with razor barbed wire,
A world dreading the day that they fall.
Still terror rages on, tens of thousands are dead,
Calls for help, no one raises a hand,
Contracts and money for their coffers are fed,
To look away from the graves in this ancient land.
Wake up all you Caliphs or next could be you,
You cry for justice, cry foul when it serves,
Your neighbors huddled masses are brothers its true,
Misery and suffering never did they deserve.
Our President he sits with hands folded tightly,
Decrying the wrongs so harshly inflicted,
More deaths to report with each update nightly,
Calls for more U.N. sanctions restricted.
Is it not our divine duty to aid those who are weak,
With all might and resolve in our hands,
To grant refuge to those with the safety they seek,
From torture and their tombs in the sand.
Do pray my dear friends for peace in our time,
That dictators and tyrants succumb,
To consensus and strength so mightily sublime,
Before to others pain we become numb.