#Syrian Headlines By: Mouna C. Jazairy @CJazairy
There’s death in the air, and the Life itself is dying.
No tears are left in us, we have all stopped crying, our men are being buried and the infants are starving.
Farewells from the parents, to the kid they loved and cherished, and in a blink just like all he dreamed of; he’s now gone and vanished.
Loud screams in a torture chamber, a young girl is getting raped, and another is in labour.
While the innocent civilians are harvested by the millions, you’d think it’s an earthquake, but it’s only the loyal minions.
We’re either dying or dead, the sky is always grey, and the bread if found is red.
All eyes are wide open but nothing is really seen, they soon forget about us, once they turn off the screen.
Lies are being told, and promises are getting old, the only truth we know is that the Syrian blood is sold.
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