With wings of desperation, he flees, as the world watches with wary eyes.
No longer cradled by Iran's embrace nor Russia's steadfast might,
His flight, a testament to the crumbling of power, a fading light.
O’er the land of ancient ruins, where once he held his throne,
Now echoes of rebellion resound, a chorus of the overthrown.
The whispers of the people rise, a tempest fierce and bold,
In the face of tyranny's retreat, their stories shall be told.
So let us mark this moment, a shift in the tide of fate,
As Assad’s shadow lifts, we celebrate the end of hate.
Stand firm in the truth, let justice be our guide,
For in the ashes of his flight, a new dawn shall abide.
( My Grateful Thanks to my friend Ian Arwedt )
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