I hear Syria crying
I hear Syria crying the nuclear missiles I hear.
The awful troops killing land and bloodoozed intensely.
The president, Bashar Al-Assad, crying of happiness that Syria and its folks dying down.
The Syrian civil war is ending soon, but from what I see it's never ending .
Syria is calling for its possessions to return, yet there are no answers.
Two sides fighting each other for no reasonable response.
The neighbors can end the war easily, but they need it to keep going for some business need.
It's just dad after day, crying second behind second, god knowa every moment.
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