The Syrian Revolution Poem by khaled Elbalishy

The pen has no ink,
The glass has no drink,
The body has no blood,
but there is one God.

Now, the presidents are kings,
The birds have no wings.
Dirty eagle eat their meat
no battle, they are proud, they beat,
The laws of forest spread,
So-called lion come to bread
The lion is sucking merciless,
Cruelty, he is heartless.
kill creatures everywhere,
People have no guilt to swear,
We can't have flowers to smell
Tyrant 's proverb I will pay the bill
Kill the innocent goats
Here liberty floats
No, Destroy all boats.
Honey promises fades away
The tyrant king runs away.
Life has up and down
Egyptian said 'Step down'
Syrians lay the soul down