Robin Yassin-Kassab

Easter Blood

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On Friday the saviour died for our sins

That we might live.

Dumuzi, on the blood river’s brink

Takes the plunge.

Israa Yunis, seven years old, takes the plunge

And the little boys of Dara’a whose skulls they smashed

The brave men of Jableh, the warm women of Bayda

The intellectuals, the street kids, the people of truth

Walk into the waves.

Constriction seals you

Lungs, valves and borders close

Death awaits you in the hospitals

Funerals are held when night falls

Blood runs down the coastal road

And fills the alleys to their dusty roofs.

But do not drown, children of spring –

Rise, that we might live.

Written by Robin Yassin-Kassab

April 26, 2011 at 3:18 pm

Posted in Syria, writing

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  1. Robin Yassin-Kassab

    April 26, 2011 at 8:21 pm

  2. I miss you Syria, and, I know you do miss me too;
    For you knew me when I was still a child,
    And now as a grown-up I cannot see your eyes;
    Since you are shameful to show me your scares and scars,
    Every day I think of you watching to the stars.

    Lamy Attar

    April 27, 2011 at 2:43 am

  3. I phoned back home today…

    I got this reply: the situation in is calm and under control, no demonstrations in our street, and none of our relatives or friends have been killed or captured……….

    I replied: …..YET..

    A. AK

    April 28, 2011 at 3:25 pm

  4. is this in daraa?
    who sent u this ?


    April 28, 2011 at 4:08 pm

  5. They live in Damascus and Latakia… I don’t think the place or the origin will make a difference anymore!!!

    A. AK

    April 28, 2011 at 6:13 pm

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