There are people in the streets;
they're marching as a crowd.
Waving banners, signs and sheets
Cheering and chanting and loud.
A conflict has arisen;
an issue, a raged argument.
Suddenly its beginning,
and guns and weapons are sent
Lines are drawn, sides are chosen.
Guns are brought and fists are raised.
And anyone undecided and alone
is very quickly erased.
Blood is being spilt;
Buildings are tumbling down.
Men and women are being killed.
Pain touches all around.
People displaced from their homes
and worried for their lives,
pray for peace alone.
They don't rest even when they close their eyes.
So here I am across the pond.
having not seen a blast nor heard a shot
But just seeing those who are gone,
is enough for me to wish it was not.
So I pray for the end of it all.
When bullets will not fly.
I wish all the violence would stall,
And no more innocents will die.
[ A tribute to the conflict occurring in Syria]
