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The Result Of Revolution

They said it's a result of revolution
Hunger families and children are common  
On the side of the road the bread are littered
From the people who have heartless and scared;
O Allah why they did it?
Just because our father lost his id card receipt,
No trust! No food!
How could world seeing it's good?
When the fact so painful
Only our strongest tauhid make it beautiful.

Today, the man closed to us questioning
While my little brother and I are squatting,
"What are you both doing?"
(Well, which one I have to answer?)
I'm so busy and need a helper
To bring us stop from this,
And don't let the freedom just a promise!
O Allah! Just makes it real
Even justice is a big deal.

 ©zhema
#FreedomforSyria
#Freedomforallcountries

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