Syrian War Poem
by Cal Jennings
Off on yonder distant sands
The stage is being set
For a frightful holy war
Thst one won't soon forget
That is, if one is left to tell
The miseries of war
Perhaps if one does find a home
Upon a distant star
For on the face of Mother Earth
No life will be maintained
As radiation falls to earth
Upon a weary rain
Blood will flow like rivers swollen
Full of body parts
Our neighbor, moon, will turn blood red
The stars will fall like darts
Not one person will escape
by plane or train or car
All because the drum did beat
A-rum-tum-tum for war
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