Pictures show us the story, words tell it. The Syrian Revolution continues. |
Faces masked in green, white, black Fiery stars shining like a waving flag Wrapped in the revolution’s shroud The flag hides the dead from the crowd A 2-year old girl joins the conversation Bashar destroyed my home, she tells the nation One solid, flowing flag, for all One people, big and small, short and tall One, two, three, four, five small ones Put into body bags, daughters and sons Martyr after martyr wrapped in white Carried on shoulders, lost for the fight This is a peaceful protest, a sign reads We want a just leader, that actually leads Young men with spirits that never cease The people’s self-appointed police Blood > money, on walls in graffiti We want him gone, gone, no treaty The lion with footsteps across his face It’s only a matter of time for his replace Girls that are eight, nine, ten, eleven Seeking freedom or a step up to heaven F-R-E-E-D-O-M All this hate, we do condemn This is the revolution, we are the revolution We are faces, with homes, from different places Not numbers, not statistics, not random logistics Children with lives, husbands and wives, but who survives? It’s a lion against mice, fire meets ice, payment – the ultimate price Another one of His tests, for God is always with the oppressed North, South, East, West – we will not rest This is the revolution, we are the revolution We will free our Syria, she will be free Demashq to Halab to Homs to Hama Every rock, every tree, from land to sea We will free our Syria, she will be free. |