“Anyone? Anybody?” By Elloreece Suria
(a poem about the chaos in Syria)
I looked up the sky And it was blue. I looked at the water And it was clear. I saw the trees and the streetlights They all stood tall. I smiled at this beauty.
I watched the children They all played and laughed. I saw everyone And they all greeted one another. The houses, They are so wonderful; Families are all together.
My chest tightens. I suddenly couldn’t breathe. What once was clean air Now filled with toxic gas and dust. I choked. I coughed. I held onto my chest.
The sky is now gray. The water; Gone. Everything fell around me The moment the bomb was dropped. Laughter now weeping. Clean air now smells of death.
Everyone was running, Down on their knees, Or lying still on the ground. Blood flowed like rivers And so are the tears in my eyes. I cried for help Yet my voice was drowned out by explosions.
Houses crumbling down, My knees are weak. I look for my parents But none of them to be seen. I knelt down and cry. I want to live But I awaited for my death.
Please hear me. Can anyone see me? Is anybody out there To reach out for my trembling little hand? Or is everyone else out there Blinded by the clouds of smoke This endless war had caused?
