I weep for you.
For your hospitals, markets, and schools
For your children and everything we’ve ever done to you
For your Muslims, Christians, Atheists, Jews
For bombed-out streets and blood-soaked shoes
For your faith in a world that’s turned its back on you
For your Pearl of the East and your innocent, too
For those who impose their will upon you
For the history lost as the chaos ensues
For the cries in the distance under the crush of a boom
For dreams replaced by impending doom
For those who fight because it is what you must do
For the trials ahead that you will go through
Syria, I weep for you.