Syria

Text:

© billybluej
He sang a tune or two in a one man band then hopped a train to a distant and nameless land.
And in a boxcar he heard someone say, ‘You can’t take back what you never gave away’.
There are rumors of war; there are holes in the sky.
The dead line the roads but no one hears them cry.
The living are throwing stones into an empty well. Their houses are bare; they have nothing left to sell.
I hum along to a song that I know and understand as I trudge toward that distant and nameless land.
And in the darkness I hear someone say, ‘You can’t take back what you never gave away’.