Easter Blood
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.
Qunfuz 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tammuz_%28deity%29
Robin Yassin-Kassab
April 26, 2011 at 8:21 pm
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
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
is this in daraa?
who sent u this ?
أمنية
April 28, 2011 at 4:08 pm
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