Once again but always different
As the fountains of Damascus flow red, as The People of Homs say
No
Once And For All
To dictatorship, corrupt elites, military might of the few, evil incarnate
Yes
To self-determination, hope for better rule, sadly but necessarily the use of guns, goodness pending
The Assad Regime and those who benefit from The Misery of the Many for the Riches of the Few
Must no longer sleep easily in their palaces as their dungeons stink to High Heaven
As every day more military defect, unwilling to abide killing their own
Lebanon teeters on the edge, the message from Yemen unlinked from Its People, merely a token from a drooping dictator
The Arab League finding its feet, drawing a line in the desert
As the old centre cannot hold, a new centre will emerge
Prosaic, this attempt to describe what is happening
The People sing and dance in deed as they die on the streets, as they mourn their dead
Once again, the fear of fear is dissipating across Their Land
We can only watch
As Syria bleeds