Question

poem about issues in Syria

Answer 1

In the land where the cedars once stood tall,
A tapestry of cultures, a history to enthrall,
But shadows fell heavy, and conflict took hold,
Stories of sorrow, through the ages retold.

From Aleppo’s whispers to Damascus’ cries,
In the heart of a nation, a dream slowly dies,
Children play in the rubble, where laughter once rang,
Now silence hangs heavy, like a forgotten song sang.

The streets, once alive with colors so bright,
Are draped in despair, swallowed by night,
As families fracture, homes torn apart,
In the ruins of war, lies a fractured heart.

The echoes of promise, of peace and of hope,
In the haze of destruction, how do we cope?
Voices rise up, yet the world seems to turn,
To the plight of a people, for justice we yearn.

In the markets once bustling, aromas of spice,
Replaced by the stench of a long, endless fight.
Yet strength still emerges from ashes and pain,
In the spirit of Syria, resilience remains.

For the tales of the brave can never be quelled,
In the hearts of the hopeful, their stories upheld.
A future still beckons, through struggle and strife,
In the bond of humanity, lies the spirit of life.

So let us remember the beauty, the grace,
Of a land filled with love, not just its dark face.
As Syrians rise, their voices entwined,
In the quest for peace, may compassion be blind.