The Last Syrian Blood
I search for my family
friends
school
hospital
homebound church
NOTHING WAS LEFT
NOTHING WAS LEFT
NOTHING WAS LEFT
I scream for help
NOTHING
I was so weak
I don't even think anyone heard my voice
The blood dripping from my forehead
I knew I was half dead
But had the strength to push on
as the rocks that I walked upon
cut and bruised my feet
each step I took
I searched
I searched
nothing was left but me and the last of my own
Syrian blood that was splattered across my shirt
DAMN
THAT AIR STRIKE
DAMN
THAT AIR STRIKE
YOU TOOK EVERYTHING
I LOVE THE MOST
From Shaniki Smith
12/30/2015
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