The Country of Massacre
The Country of Massacre
By Tarif Youssef Agha
Out of a sudden, the title of Syria has been changed
From the country of civilization to the country of massacre
So it became the destination of every avenger
And every one who is seeking a leadership or domination
Death has visited every house in it
And blood flowed on its ground as rivers
All ways of killing have been used in it
From burning people alive to slashing throats
The victim numbers reached unimaginable level
And became years what we thought would last months
Its borders became crossing lines for the foreign thugs into it
But for its sons, the same borders became crossing lines to flee from it
ISIS, to the Assad regime,
Is just like a dish that found its lid
One of them customized from the resistance a suit that fits him
And kept putting it on and taking it off as desired
The other one assigned himself a Caliph, with the sword
By the act of beheading, he mutilated the face of religion
Before that, POG (the Lebanese Party of God) was pushed to the game
Those who howl “Oh Hussein, we are coming”
All those are just pieces in the nations’ game of chess
When the game is over, all of them end in the graveyard
No one cares about the ordinary people
As those are always like merchandise; to be sold and purchased
Oh Syria, don’t be sad. You will overcome all the world thugs
And history will register that for you as glory
They are disappointed, all those who thought that
Putting the revolution down will be like going to a picnic
The Syrian people, after their long fasting,
Will not accept to break it with an onion (proverb)
They will not accept any alternative to freedom as a lover
Freedom loves those who write its chronicles with their blood
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A Poem translation
(Can be shared without permission)
By Tarif Youssef-Agha
An Expatriate Arab Syrian Writer & Poet
Member of the ‘Syrian Revolutionary Writers Assembly’
Friday September 12, 2014, Houston, Texas
http://sites.google.com/site/tarifspoetry