It's a helpeless round
How I start to write, then wipe all out
My words wouldn't do anything.
I will not wipe tears
bring back the dead
nor will remove hurts.
I will not even feed a hungry
will not bring a child back to his mommy
It's a hopeless situation
To know that you're not the master of your home
To follow others like I do on Instagram
Only here I wish I could press "like"
So, I'm sad
As the demolished homes
As the scattered souls of parents
Sad for being a friend, and not being able to help
Sad for every brother and sister separated
and for that old man not being able to die in peace
For refugees around the world.
For Syria, my extremely helplessness
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