This was a poem my brother wrote a year ago dedicated to the Syrian revolution.

"Freedom!" the hearts of souls call,

true men of my country rise and fall

through pure revolution, uniting us all,

making vermin of giants who once stood tall.

Yet "they" still hesitate to make a decision

governments of men, who claim a religion

united by blood yet separate in vision,

united by language yet like an incision;

a separation, a cut, a blatant division

of opinion, mission, even definition

of what happens to my brethren and our religion.

Blatant disregard, an offense, an attack

to human rights, religions and their temples; ransacked,

that is why we must continue to act,

boycott, protest and accept only the fact:

'we can't stop now, there's no going back!"

and proudly represent the green white and black.