posted by Lazarus @ 3:59 AM
Syria my poor sister, what are you going to eat this winterWhen you spend all your buns, on your late president's sonsSyria where is your will to fight, did you lose it in the Golan HeightsOr was it imprisoned for the Arab cause, while your leaders traded with your foesTiny Lebanon is yours your leaders made you dream, while they raped your consciousness and guzzled cherries and creamMy freedom and independence are sacred, and I will respect yours even if you stand internationally naked Syria,Don't worry I see it coming from afar, I see the end of your infamy and the last dance of your lanky Bashar
owf owf owf owf!OWF!ya syria w ya 2ee2a, ya syr---- 3atee2a!Dirneha zajal ya shabeb?
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