Send a boom from the sky—many civilians will die.
That’s Assad way.
The genocidal kind, that is his fam’ly line.
In bygone day,
Hafez’ thing was gas poisoning of those who’d not sing
the praises of the fellow.
Start to slay more and more each day till they’re done away.
He’d display: He weren’t yellow.
Now his son goes old school on those who’d challenge his rule-
that’s Assad’s way.
Bunker bombs dropped on streets indiscriminately
from above.
Those who walk will get creamed; ripped-up children
are screaming….
it’s more slay.
Family of ghouls, he’s the latest entity
of Assad way.

Send ’em doom from the sky: He cares not how many die.
That’s Bashar’s way.
The genocidal kind, he’s latest in the line
of Assad way.
Hafez’ thing was gas poisoning of those who would bring
anything ’gainst the fellow.
Every day, more and more to slay till they’re done away.
Maniac wasn’t mellow.
Now his son has the rule, and for genocide he’ll drool—
that’s Bashar’s way.
Bunker bombs dropped on streets, on those who’d dare to tweet
they don’t love
the dictator who teams up with Putin;
they’re scheming
more gore days.
Coteries of ghouls—each into atrocities.
Massacre, they.