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Free Our People

By: 

Mayssa Masri

  |  January 21, 2015

I dream of a day youth can play in flower filled gardens 
With jasmine flowers woven through braided hair 
And families breaking bread together at dinner 

I dream of a day families can walk through the markets 
With sticky hands from pistachio ice cream 
Summer air filled with sweet aromas 
Mango juice dripping down arms 

I dream of a day families can sit once again on crowded balconies overlooking the city 
Without fear of the war zone they live in 
Smiles that are genuine, not forced 
Beauty that can once again be admired and not feared 
Happiness and contentment that lasts 

I dream of a day Syrians and Palestinians can feel safe in their own skin 
Not stripped of their rights and freedom 
That they can come home to a house made from bricks 
Instead of rubble of once upon a time memories 

I dream of a day that government can protect instead of slaughter 
That children don't bear a day without their parents 
That a mother doesn't have to watch her infant take his last breath 

I dream of a world where children don't fall asleep to the sound of gunshots and growling bellies 
Who see sunny days each morning, instead of streets of bloodshed 
Who don't see a once beautiful world that's now plastered black 

I dream of peace


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