Mercy... When tears flow, we wipe them with a cloth--- When blood flows, they run up with a sponge--- But, perhaps God dries it with a thunder flash.

Refugees flying from their homes.
The question is:
Why ride away,
Shadow,
Hands broken,
Tears,
Fears inn serenity,
Like moving tents of nomad arms in the sky.
Long guns hits ...
Bow their wings which droop from above,
With big smells and thunder.
Like spear-pierced metal splints into flesh. 
Like the many fears and tears you have.
Boys and 'men' strike bullets every where...
Is this the World and Syria to day ?
What can the World do ?