freedom comes
screeching through the open sky
over the Syrian skyline.
Like seasons gone,
and lives lost.
in every house
there is a mother's cry
over the deserted plain
of the Syrian soil.
children scream
dreams scatter
as freedom comes
in fire and blood.
the world watches
in big television screens
as a distant country
gets liberated.
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I would like to translate this poem
every house there is a mother's cry over the deserted plain of the Syrian soil. nice one