While the people fought a civil war
The level of politeness was bizarre
Old men opened doors and kissed my hand
Young ones tried to knock me to the ground
Keeping us distracted is the game
We shall be consumed by anger’s flames
So dictators get complete control
While the eyes of Syrian babies roll
If they were made of marble, they would sell
Throw them down the ghoulish wishing well
After two world wars we all must know
Starting’s easy, unlike letting go.
Raise your eyes, don’t focus on the crowd
Look up to see dictators break their vows
