Syrian Civil War...

There was a little boy white as snow

He sat by a car, his name unknown

He had blue eyes deep as the ocean

He smiled at the car where few strangers were sitting

There came a huge man with a camera in his hand

The innocent little boy smiled at his dad as he got a remote control.

He did what any little child would have done

He joyfully clapped his hands and pressed the red button

Before even he could blink his eyes, the car before him exploded

Living only ashes behind

Now the crinkles by his eyes were replaced with tears as the boy

Sat there shaking with fear.

When the boy came running to his father instead of giving him a

Comforting pat on his back

His father handed him a gun

The father wasn't concerned about the boy's broken soul

All he cared about was that his three-year-old boy had become a

So-called warrior.

What happened with this kid isn't unusual

This is the story of almost every child next door

At least he was a boy, so he got a chance to live

If he were a girl, then she would be killed in the womb itself

But it would still be better than residing in this place

Which signifies nothing but hunger, violence, death, and despair.

Where hundreds are assassinated with bombs and bullets

Where thousands are buried alive

Where millions flee the nation in hope to save their life

Where people breathe poison instead of air

Where temples are destroyed in the name of God

Where people on the streets are left to starve

Where fear of dying kills your way before you are actually hunted down.

Where it is sin to be born

Where terror rules the nation.

Where women are assaulted, oppressed and raped

Where everything is just and fair if you do it in the name of independence.

Can somebody ask the fighters of this tussle, what’s the value of such freedom?

Where all humanity is lost

Where all the hope is quashed

Where everything left over are merely broken structures

Where what we call a human is a creature without any vivacity

And emotions

Welcome to the Syrian war where the battle could be won

But the crusade is long lost...