Sons of Syria


Oh sons of Tremseh and Houla,
who dared to rattle your shackles
in freedom’s quest,
In sweet repose now lay wrapped
beneath the silken sheets
upon your mother’s breast.
Into the Sunni soil,
with prayers kissed upon your silent lips,
and sleep until Allah’s sweet chorus
lifts you even unto Heaven.

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