They Spoke.

Resistance (noun) :- The refusal to accept Bashar Al-Assad as the president of Syria; the attempt to prevent the Ba’ath party from staying in power and corrupting a land, known for so long as the Cradle of Civilisation; The will power to fight for one’s freedom against the oppressive, high-handed ruler.

January 10th 2012. 6 months after he last addressed a nation too worthy of his praise, a nation too honourable of this ownership, a people too precious for words to even describe.. the potentate and kaiser of all devils, inherited rajah of evil and czar of shabiha; Bashar Al-Assad, addressed this extraordinary nation one more time. The Syrian nation.

With deluded emotion he choked and spat, spewed blood-soaked lies at the audience and drowned himself in his own incomprehensible conspiracy theories. At one point he floated to the surface, shook his feet and declared himself the single lord and forever king of our blessed Levant.

But the deluded devil knew not who he was addressing. For within an instant, the people of Shaam blew him aside and made themselves free from such claims. With a single breath they conquered the definition of resistance, and rose. Then they spoke:

Beware o Bashar
Of a people, possessed
Their hearts crave for justice
And no longer fear death

So send all your forces
Wave after wave
Wage Armageddon
For days upon days

They will never give in
Neither women nor men
For justice and freedom
They will fight till the end

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Whilst the devil spat and laughed, his forces on the streets of Syria carried on their deadly acts and practices of human slaughter. They shot, they bombed, they murdered. They killed, they stabbed, they tortured. They tortured a 4 month old baby to death and shot a 14 year old girl in the neck.
For 10 months Assad has been capturing the innocence of Syrian children, locking their memories in chests of sorrow and despair and depriving them of singing the beauty of their childhood ever again.
But one thing Assad has not managed to do – is silence these children. For Assad is unaware of the power these children possess. A power indestructible; in their faces, in their tears, in their words.
A power in their speech which shakes the mountains and makes a person void of emotions to tear. So let them speak:

When the tanks came by
Our innocence exploded
They slaughtered our parents
And our minds imploded

Gone are the days
When we went out to play
Now thugs wait outside
To take us away

We are the children
Of this revolution
We just want our parents
Please pray for our freedom

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[Disclaimer: the poems in italics do not belong to me, they are written by Amin Astewani]

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