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For this activity, individually, you will create Scramble Poetry based on the conflict in Syria using the words/phrases list that we developed as a class.
- there is not a right way to create your poem. It does not have to rhyme. Include this words: REBEL, PROTESTING, REFUGEE, SYRIA, FLEEING. A minimum of 4 stances (In poetry, a stanza is a group of lines that form a unit, often separated by a blank line or indentation, and can be thought of as the equivalent of a paragraph in prose.) Create a TITLE
- there is not a right way to create your poem. It does not have to rhyme. Include this words: REBEL, PROTESTING, REFUGEE, SYRIA, FLEEING. A minimum of 4 stances (In poetry, a stanza is a group of lines that form a unit, often separated by a blank line or indentation, and can be thought of as the equivalent of a paragraph in prose.) Create a TITLE
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### Title: "Whispers of a Broken Land"
In the shadows of the streets,
rebel hearts ignite,
protesting for a spark of hope,
while echoes of despair linger,
dancing between the ruins of Syria.
Fleeing the ashes of shattered dreams,
families become whispers on the wind,
refugees tracing paths of memory,
as the night swallows their cries,
each step a testament to love lost.
Beneath the weight of fallen skies,
the rebel stands tall, yet weary,
eyes reflecting the fires of change,
while protests blur the lines of courage,
a symphony of voices calling for tomorrow.
In the heart of chaos, a dream persists,
for every refugee seeking solace anew,
the spirit of Syria refuses to dim,
and even in darkness, they rise,
seeking the light of a promised dawn.
In the shadows of the streets,
rebel hearts ignite,
protesting for a spark of hope,
while echoes of despair linger,
dancing between the ruins of Syria.
Fleeing the ashes of shattered dreams,
families become whispers on the wind,
refugees tracing paths of memory,
as the night swallows their cries,
each step a testament to love lost.
Beneath the weight of fallen skies,
the rebel stands tall, yet weary,
eyes reflecting the fires of change,
while protests blur the lines of courage,
a symphony of voices calling for tomorrow.
In the heart of chaos, a dream persists,
for every refugee seeking solace anew,
the spirit of Syria refuses to dim,
and even in darkness, they rise,
seeking the light of a promised dawn.
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