RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: SYRIA
After the Fall (Syria)
Assad is gone
The brutal dictator has flown away
Seeking refuge in Moscow
Leaving the signs of his depravity behind
Torture chambers and detention centers
The blood of the murdered
The screams of the dead
Assad is gone and hope is reborn
Yet hope is tainted with doubt
The millions who have fled
The Assad reign of terror
Wait in uncertainty
They celebrate the moment
They embrace the possibilities
Yet they do not yet come home
No one knows what happens next
No one can make the call
After the fall
We pray it is better
How could it be worse?
Yet we do not know
Will the new regime be open?
Will it crack down on dissent?
Will it move toward democracy?
Or will it shatter into pieces?
Syria is a nation in search of itself
Already it is under siege
Already it is under attack
The days and weeks that follow
Will determine all
After the fall
