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Syria Downfall


All I see is people running

Mothers and kids screaming every time a gun go off

Bombs dropping like they’re basketballs out of a hoop

The fire scent of gun smoke everywhere

People are zombies after the bombing

Our clothes are dirty and ripped up

Buildings dropping like dead flies hitting a light

People walking around like it’s dawn of the dead

Nobody have no form of energy

We are zombies we are dawn of the dead

As people see boats coming toward us we are woke

Zombies jumping to joy

The boats are ambulance to coming to save us

As the boats came we changed

We turned into happy puppies

We finally got away from somewhere that was safe

Somewhere that was home

How would you feel if you was in this situation?

What would you do if you was in this predicament?

 
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