“…like over the dark cloud,
the sun will shine over
Turkey and Syria again.”
O Turkey,
O Syria,
Have you both been brought so low,
Reduced to a mere rubble,
And humbled in just a matter of moment?
Down you may both be now,
Humbled you may be now,
Broken and flattened you may be now,
Scattered, fractured and disjointed you
may be now,
With the fractured and dangling limbs of
your children,
Held together now only by tiny ligaments
and veins,
And crying beneath the rubble, writhing
with excruciating pains
And experiencing unparalleled agonies
As they are trapped between the concrete
slabs
crying and crying beneath the piles of
rubble unheard,
And buried deep in the rubble,
with heavy slabs pressing them down beneath,
Some dead, some alive still in spite of,
With others merely gasping for breath
Beside helpless women in labour underneath
to bring forth new lives into a world now
walking on its head,
with everything now in a constant flux and
topsy-turvy,
You will rise again from this rubble in
the sun
Yea, Turkey will rise again!
And you both will
rise again with the rising sun from the East.
O Syria! O Syria!
O Syria!
My floods of tears
do cascade down
My cheeks for your
double tragedy –
Torn, bloodied and
destroyed
by the war of
blame for these past seasons,
Again, you now lay
subdued, helpless and powerless
under the tyranny
of intemperate, irascible,
crassly insensate,
capricious and fiery gods.
Yet, it is the
decree of the heavens that you will rise again.
And doubly so,
from your double tragedies!
Yes, Syria too
will rise again!
both from the war
and this undeserved anger
of unprotecting
Mother Nature.
With all your Hagia
Sophia triumphalism
and vaunting
infantile exhibitionism,
a ‘General’ ought
not to be thus shaken -
Confused,
overwhelmed, browbeaten and conquered
like an ensnared
mouse in a hole with such tears
in profusion cascading
down your cheeks
in such Niagara
Falls rapidity.
But where goes your
signature boasting?
Yet, here is water,
Recep,
Here is water like
the cooling, soothing
and balmy dew from
the East
To wipe off the tears
rolling down your cheeks
and those of your
country men and women.
Weep no more
Tayyip, for help is on the way.
Weep no more, for
all the world have heard your cries.
Weep no more, for
your cries are already
reverberating in
the nations and help is coming.
And all the
nations in every realm and clime,
in every republic
and kingdom collectively
have said: We hear
you; and we hear your cries too.
We are on the way;
our parties are on the way –
We hear you and
help is coming!
We hear you loud
and clear, and help is coming.
Don’t cry no more,
we are just by the corner – help is coming!
And you, junk Assad,
In that war of blame
for these past seasons,
Confederated with
infernal and fiendish Vlad to destroy Syria,
Which now lays
further prostrate under the weight
of death’s dark angels,
vicious, cruel, mindless and merciless!
But nevertheless, the
heavens ‘ve decreed Syria too shall rise again.
Behold, how a
power greater than you
has exposed your
powerlessness and vainglory,
leaving you naked
and shamed
before the curious
and peering eyes of the world
Nevertheless, weep
no more, for help is on the way.
O Syria,
O Turkey,
In your hour of
bereavement,
Let me be your
cicada to let out my shrill cry
from every
mountain top, hill and valley in Turkey and in Syria,
And let my shrill
voice too with tears
cascading down my
cheeks reverberate
first, from every
mountain top,
hill, in the
valley and roof top
all over Turkey
and Syria
And more, let my
wailings from Everest’s top,
echo in every
realm and clime;
In every kingdom
and nation;
And from every
republic and emirate,
Let my voice echo,
Let my voice echo
loud from every town and city
In the nations of
the world;
Let my voice echo
loud from every hamlet and village
To prick the
conscience of all the peoples of the world
‘Dead’ or alive to
let their humanity shine.
All you peoples of
the world,
North or South,
let your humanity shine,
From the West, let
your humanity shine,
From the East, and
every corner of the globe,
far and near, let
our humanity shine,
O’ let our
humanity shine, let it shine,
And now is that
hour, when shine indeed,
Shall our
collective humanity shine
To shame all the
powers of darkness.
And to every Turkish
and Syrian, you must ever
Calm remain and
resilient with a resolute determination
To quake the quake
itself, holding on to your hope and faith,
Never letting your
hope nor your faith fail you
As like over the dark cloud,
the sun will shine over
Turkey and Syria (Alepo/Idlib) again!
By
JOHN ODEY ADUMA, Author of the bestseller, “Be A Beacon of Hope in the
World: A Message to Young Britain”, February 7, 2023.
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