Humanity is silent, its tongue turned to stone,
In Syria, a bell written in blood is sown.
Alevi and Christian, are their existence denied?
Questions lost in darkness, nowhere to hide.
Radical storms blow the fate away,
Every hole carved by torture, by death’s cruel sway.
By Jolani’s command, in HTS’s hand,
Hope collapses, screams vanish into the sand.
The Free Syrian Army, genocide in every town,
All the villages are wrecked, fear wears its crown.
In the eyes, pain; in the hearts, a crack,
Every soul, a pawn, lost to the brutal track.
With Erdoğan and Bahçeli’s hands at play,
Every pain grows, every tear turns gray.
Kalın, Fidan, silent in the shadows they stand,
The foundations of the Great Middle East Project’s destruction, seen by all in the land.
Genocide is not the suffering of one, but of the whole world,
Yet no one stops, no one sees, no flag is unfurled.
The dark path of Jolani and the FSA’s hand,
Disappears from sight, but leaves a mark on the land.
Oh world, now is not the time to remain mute,
Let’s follow justice, let’s find the route.
Every soul, every life is worth the fight,
Don’t forget this, let’s scream it out tonight!
Wake up again, those still sleeping in the dark,
Let’s ignite the fire of resistance, leave our mark.
If genocide not ends, humanity dies,
But if we resist, then victory is ours to rise!
By Sefa Yürükel
March 12, 2025
Norway
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