Young Writers Society

SYRIA SLEEPS.
 
Cough out blood
cry out for mercy
tears in sand and mud
create oceans of wretchedness

Breathe out your soul
inhale the toxin
beads of sweat in the cold
create oceans of desperation

They watch as you falter, stumble
across barbed-wire and cracked boulders
they watch as your hopes tumble
and as you carry your home on your shoulders

They stand above humanity
marvellous money made by burning the innocent
they feed on their own vanity
they're alive and craving
as Syria sleeps

They're alive and craving
as Syria sleeps

Wrap up the godforsaken
another added to the pile
two thousand, death has taken
into the pit of misery

Mix up more chemicals
use whatever they've sent
to save even if just one
from the pit of agony

They watch as you falter, stumble
across barbed-wire and cracked boulders
they watch as your hopes tumble
and as you carry your home on your shoulders

They stand above humanity
marvelous money made by burning the innocent
they feed on their own vanity
they're alive and craving
as Syria sleeps

They're alive and craving
as Syria sleeps

They stand above humanity
marvelous money made by burning the innocent
they feed on their own vanity
they're alive and craving
as Syria sleeps

They're alive and craving
as Syria sleeps

The sun is but a white ball
amongst the dust and ash
with its every rise and fall
thousands of lives crash
yet they're alive and craving
as Syria sleeps