Something is happening in the world, like a breath that before we did not sense among the waves of gunpowder in Syria.

This is the song of what happening 
and of what will be.
This is the song of the rain of chemicals
that fell upon insistent people and the fields
like an immense tear of blood and led.
Today when the army beats on the gates
of  Damascus
I have chosen to sing for you, for all the earth,
this song of dark words,
so that we may be worthy of the coming light. 
Remember we the world are all losers if or...
But, things can change, and from the depths
of the earth the new spring steps out.

So let us hope for the best, but prepare for the
worst...