You think that's noise - you ain't heard nuttin' yet ! All the Syrians people crying for help and mercy...

Syrian crying for help...

Call to me by a name so tender
That can help us to live...
That with longing my heart will wrench...
Words of love in the winds is no help, even will be carried
All the way to my post in the trench...

Through the roar of the guns I'll hear you,
But, what can I do ?...
And your presence will tangibly sense.
Pour yourself in a throbbing shower,
If you have one...
And listen to the nocturne of guns...
If you can hear.

 When I'm felled amid purple dessert
By a tiny missile of death.
Speak to me with warmth and with tenderness,
Stay the deathly shill with your breath.

Show yourself to my dimming vision,
Kneel beside me, clear the haze,
soothe my gaping wounds, staunch the bleeding-
I shall feel it, I'll breathe again.

Can we forgive `?...
Yes we can...
Can we stop this ?
Yes we can...
As dear scenes passed before our mind's keen eye's,
Our duty to our fellow's people on this planet,
We have to stop this murder's...

.: O God ! Put back thy universe and give me yesterda...

.: O God ! Put back thy universe and give me yesterda...: The artillery raid in Syria The shell fell on the towns i Syria And flung its splinters and its blast-wave wide and far- Into the body o...

O God ! Put back thy universe and give me yesterday...

The artillery raid in Syria
The shell fell on the towns i Syria
And flung its splinters and its blast-wave wide and far-
Into the body of Innocent people. 
On the road and run from Homes
The startled lions from the porch dashed with a snarl,
As if pushed off the porch-steps with a goad.

Another shell now hits the very mansion.
Upon the curb fall statues without breath.
Flame darts up from the rubble like a banner.
A lonely chimney, first-like, towers skyward
As if to threaten enemies with death.

One more shell falls upon the boulevard.
And like magnesia, flares snow beyond the yard.
From somewhere drops a bomb.
Fire starts upon a tower that stands on guard...
Again they fire,
Again shells whine afar !

The long-range Assad's cannon pound and pound...
Where will the next shell, spinning, end its flight?
Houses peoples and homes start away in fright, no hope...
Yet living men pass, never turning round...
How many people most be killed ?...

.: When a man assumes a public trust, he should consi...

.: When a man assumes a public trust, he should consi...

When a man assumes a public trust, he should consider himself as public property...

.: Oh, who could have foretold that the heart grows o...

.: Oh, who could have foretold that the heart grows o...: Swift has sailed into his rest; Savage indignation there Cannot lacerate his breast. Imitate him if you dare, World-besotted traveler; ...

Oh, who could have foretold that the heart grows old ?

Swift has sailed into his rest;
Savage indignation there
Cannot lacerate his breast.
Imitate him if you dare,
World-besotted traveler; 
He served human liberty...

.: Snaws of Age... But I go in minus...

.: Snaws of Age... But I go in minus...: BUT lately seen in gladsome green The woods rejoie'd the day: Thro' gentle showers the laughing flowers In double pride were gay; But n...

Snaws of Age... But I go in minus...

BUT lately seen in gladsome green
The woods rejoie'd the day:
Thro' gentle showers the laughing flowers
In double pride were gay;
But now our joys are fled
On winter blasts awa;
Yet maiden May, in rich array,
Again shall bring them a'...


But my white pow-nae kindly thowe
Shall melt the snaws of age;
My trunk of eild, but buss or belid,
Sinks in Time's wintry rage.
Oh age has weary days,
And nights o' sleepless pain !
Thou golden time o' youthfu' prime,
Why com'st thou not again ?

.: A Red Red Rose... A song for Roses. On a Gaelic sh...

.: A Red Red Rose... A song for Roses. On a Gaelic sh...: My luve is like a red red rose That's newly sprung in mars; My luve is like the melodies That's sweetly played in tune. As fair art th...