A poem for the Syrian Civilians - Anguish

With the continuous doom of anguish,

I have no other choice, but to leave this place,

What other option do I have: I do not recognise my own face!  

People all around me, but I never hear a sound.

People whom I loved I’ve lost, departed to other grounds. 

Yet all those who walk upon this earth are similarly gone astray.

What an anguished time in which we live, from young unto the day. 

The wonders I have yielded unto my beaten mind.

A pattern of humanity that proves somewhat unkind. 

Warfare, money, oil and guns what is it all for?

Man’s ego, pleasures or religion is what their fighting for. 

Come forth a revolution to stop all anguished times.

Let man embody hope, love and peace to save a howled time.