An epic film. Walk through the streets, feel the pain as if it were your own, understand why this step forward for freedom - will never be taken back~
What can I give you?
How can I train?
You, a rat in a box
to stop chemical rain?
B.F. Skinner wished for Walden Two
You have ended 130,000 lives
and will more, before you are through
a Behaviorist thinks: man & beast a like string
a rewarded behavior will the same results bring
push the lever
see green light
get a pellet
fire a missile
kill a child
hold your status
hide in your box
Iranian orchestrated weapons
your people dead
and on what treat does this pathetic rat wish to dine?
¡Tune “Look at Me Now” featuring Busta Rhymes !
i’d like to believe i could retrain you
turn off the light
make you think
of the women your men have raped
of the headless children left lifeless stink
of what would happen if the world
would finally get some balls
turn off your lever fed life
and clean this mess once and for all
to vision you feeling very small in a crate
when morality means more than money
life than oil, children than hate
© ruth follmann
(death toll updated 1/14 to 130,000 per the Syrian Observatory For Human Rights~http://syriahr.com/en/)
Baking in the Dark ~ words long overdue
On the night before their Christmas
I parked my car and cried
Hundreds simply wanting bread
had been attacked in line and died
Bread for starved citizens
Was now the haunt for airstrike claws
Dropping missiles on families
furthering Assad’s hateful cause
How can a man lead a country
when he destroys ones simply trying to eat?
How is he in power after crushing
more than 60,000 under his feet?
Why is it that all is wrapped in gold foil, ribbon and bow
when more children, women, a COUNTRY
lie buried hastily in winter’s earth below?
Now the bakeries are working brave,
stealth and in the dark
Preparing and delivering this staple, to a people living stark
I’ve held my tongue in respect for the Holiday cheer
I’ve raised a glass to celebrate the coming of a New Year
I’ve passed gifts, sent cards, untied ribbons, cast a smile
But all along my soul has been broken far away in heart tug miles
Broken for those who hold up bloody bread amidst their hungry dead
Crushed for mothers who scoop up little ones gone, still embracing missile torn threads
Raging for the world who has forgotten in its busy pace
The people of Syria are still part of OUR Human Race
And if we are running, tire and want to pass the baton
And forget those running too, to whom shall we be able to pass it on?
Kindergarten playgrounds taught us to all be fair and share
Extend a hand, dust off a playmate fallen, to give back to those who care
But adulthood teaches a creed of a dog eat dog growl at all cost
Wolfing down our portion while others suffer, starve, and are left lost
Left working in the dark at a bakery
The cost of flour up to $30 a bag
Feeding surviving brave hearts
Whose confidence will never lag
Certainty with backbone that they soon, despite our apathy, will see
Their country, torn from a ruling maniac, will flourish again, YES! Syria be Free!
© ruth follmann
Syrian Bakeries forced to work in the dark
“Never lose hope, because after the darkest moments light beams emerge…”
We are all Hamza Alkhateeb Facebook Page
"The young lady who became the banner she lifted.
This beautiful Syrian young lady was arrested for holding a banner “Only in Syria a thinking mind is detained”
Khitam Binyan, a Law student in Damascus University.
Please remember that We know Khitam’s name and picture, but we have hundred thousands of detainees whom we don’t even know their names or even their pictures.
Freedom for you Khitam, freedom for all our detainees.”
~We are all Hamza Alkhateeb Facebook page
Khitam Binyan, is a Law student in Damascus University. She is not a number, nor is she a statistic. She is a real person with hopes and dreams and a love for knowledge and freedom so strong; she stood up for it, peacefully~ with a sign. She is now detained and possibly undergoing torture. The violence needs to STOP! Please protect this daughter, and all detainees. May they be freed soon to a peaceful home.
an acrostic poem following a disturbing video of what the people in Syria are enduring in their struggle to be free. we must: STOP THE KILLING!
“November 20 was the National Children’s Day. Compare and contrast what some children wrote in a nearby school to what Syrian children want But Not Having!!
The most impprtant right is the last one„ the right to be safe.”
~ We are all Hamza Alkhateeb Facebook Page
THIS is what we are demanding be STOPPED! Only prayers for peace, with now more than 40,000 souls lost. Strength be with these dear people, who just want to be free.
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