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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