There is a woman called Syria.
A man looked at her one day
With greed and lust in his eyes.
He beat her and battered her
Tore at her clothes, tried to rape her
But she fought back, she fought him back
And made him afraid.
So he stood in the marketplace
And screamed her name
Filled with hate and imprecations
Said she was to blame.
Came a crowd of people
Armed with sticks and with stones
To take hold of this woman
Cut her and break her bones.
But still she stands tall and unafraid
She seeks to stay free
Syria, I bow my head before you
Give a little of your courage to me.
When your enemies retreat again
As in time they must do -
Let me kneel at your feet a moment
In homage to you.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2017