The Last Syrian Blood

I search for my family friends school hospital homebound church NOTHING WAS LEFT NOTHING WAS LEFT NOTHING WAS LEFT I scream for help NOTHING I was so weak I don't even think anyone heard my voice The blood dripping from my forehead I knew I was half dead But had the strength to push on as the rocks that I walked upon cut and bruised my feet each step I took I searched I searched nothing was left but me and the last of my own Syrian blood that was splattered across my shirt DAMN THAT AIR STRIKE DAMN THAT AIR STRIKE YOU TOOK EVERYTHING I LOVE THE MOST From Shaniki Smith 12/30/2015