Syria, Drop Your Sword
Its a foetus, from a ripped up womb,
A mother swims in her blood, gone,
It's a foetus.
Flies like craws, and worms
Would feast, and dance
Flies like craws.
A neighbour is laughing
Your sword, cause of your wound festering
A neighbour is laughing.
The universe not ours, belongs to a deity,
Carcasses, haunt, elusive is homely,
The universe not ours.
In whose command do you slaughter?
Abandon your sword, make no more slaughter.
In whose command?
A laugh is a sacrifice, a compromise, achieved,
What for rights, journeyed bloodbaths, peace not achieved
A laugh is a sacrifice.
Make peace with God, you don't like me,
Ours is for now, others were here
Make peace with God!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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