A Waif Woeful From Syria video copyright Swati Das
Channel: POETRY PLANET
Date: 2020-12-27

#spokenwordpoetry04

A Waif Woeful From 
Syria
--------------------------------
A war most uncivil , called a civil war 
And I , a mute spectator
A by- product ,  a fall- out 
A refugee .

Allies domestic and foreign 
Both ravage my land 
Militants play with balls of fire 
Protests proclaim democracy
Teenagers turn victims 
Slogans of revolution - their crime!

Rebel brigades battle 
All forces out to control cities
Murder , torture - their weapons 
Inhuman methods of war 
Campaigns of terror unleashed
Orgy of death and destruction in full play!

Millions flee to seek refuge 
I, too , am a fugitive 
Running away from my homeland 
Childhood destroyed , 
Homeless , schoolless , parentsless ,friendless
I am a living definition 
Of loss and dispossession
All alone !

What is my world?
My world is stretches of sand 
That I walk, torn , tired 
My world is a forsaken place 
With no access to life- saving aids 
My world is constant fear 
My world is a hide- out 
In a trench 
My world is a life in exile!

Power mongering brutes of the world 
You have united in a proxy war 
And lined up dead bodies 
Crying for graves !

Barrel bombs are booming massacre 
Air is filled with chemical fumes 
And my land is now 
A land of exodus !

Displaced , destroyed , dejected 
My world has turned into 
A world of outrage !
Will ever the revolutionaries , 
The rebels , the rulers , the oppositions ,
The world powers 
Repair the fractured psyche 
Of a waif like me ?

Will I ever survive the ravages 
Will my world ever change 
Or am I destined only to walk 
Into sunset in smoke and dust ?

Swati Das
Copyright reserved 
24 Dec 2020