CUNEIFORM GRAFFITI

Carefully carved on our cities Cuneiform Grafitti Captured in this hell of borders Promised home between the waters Tethered to the dying ancients We have their names They have our faces Rebellistic, warm like LOVE Fall to ash now with our blood. Call the warriors from their taverns Sons and daughters of the scattered. I am I the old Assyrian I have come to save my children. I have come to save my children. We are not extinct No we are not defeated We may be dispersed But we are standing here united There s no time For rehearsal It s good vs. evil Turning a blind eye Inaction, indifference This is the pure murder of innocents Oh, Assyrians of Assyria We are indigenous to her She is ingrained in us But Greed has divided her Disrupted and misguided her ASSYRIA has reached A vanishing point The tipping point The point of no return Theyve taken her Garden They ve taken her Eden She s sold to the devil In a slave trade Never to be seen again She s sold To the devil In a slave trade Never to