The Spilled Blood in Syria...

I don't want to see it!

Tell the moon to come,
for I don't want to see
Syria's blood on the sand.

I don't want to see it!

The wide-open moon.
A horse of unmoving clouds,
and the gray bullring of dream
with willows at its graveyards. 

I don't want to see it!

Remembering dead bodies,
Send words to the Lord
to bring their tiny whiteness!
Of all the cruel things happens
with the people of Syria.

I don't want to see it!

I don't want to see it!