Choka: Syrian Perfume

by Georgia


Syrian Perfume

I dream of jasmine,
Fiery Syrian hillsides,
Nobel Saladin.
Ebb and flow of history,
Age-old conflicts rage,

Masked behindĀ  modernity,
Life drowning inside
Blood scented power struggles
The rose suffocates
Politicians interfere,
Discretely, like elephants.

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