Syria, you fool
you gave the scent
he's ready to hunt
we saw black in white
expected white in black
it's white blackened black
don't waste money
come on, use those nukes
before expiry
be black or white
he's just American
blood-thirsty
Bram Stoker's lucky
born in America
could find vampires
spluttered his words
slow, steady and nervous
of ready salvo
scent of chemicals
growling uranium
earth waits for blood
come back brethren
it'not oil
third world's blood
stand up my friends
observe two minutes silence
no chance later
wait for spectacle
deafening sounds and dazzling lights
Hades wakes up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the current political situation in Syria, but US and her allies may not interest in belly dancers holding the petrol pitchers.. nice poem..