Following in the footsteps of Ad-Domari, an independent Syrian newspaper has been launched in Damascus.
Al-Watan claims it will take a ‘moderate’ political stance. The 16 page broadsheet was unveiled yesterday and will be published daily.
Bashar Al-Assad releaxed media laws five years ago, but it is still difficult to get a licence. Satirical publication Ad-Domari mocked government officials, and was highly popular, until it lost its licence on a technicality.
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Walter William Safar
// Jul 5, 2011 at 6.43 pm
The Syrian people must have civic rights to freedom of expression.
Remember:neither a dictator and the army can not kill the voice of Freedom!!
Only cowards and thugs shoot at civilians, a brave and honorable soldiers protect civilians.
Walter William Safar poet
NAMELESS GRAVE
Demonic fires blaze in the eye of the stone palace,
and me,
I only stand in the dark beneath the sky
that reaches its invisible hands
out towards scores of nameless graves.
For callous dictator Assad,
they are but nameless graves
upon which no one’s tear fell.
They were silently and swiftly buried into the black soil,
without speeches and tears,
without too many imprints
on the black soil.
(They say that everyone’s life is worth attention,
and that the dark truth is that only death equally appreciates each life)
And while they treacherously, silently and swiftly
dug a new nameless grave,
only death was faithfully listening to the crickets
feverishly spluttering away in the dark
to honor the dead child.
In the hazy grave lies the child,
like a shadow of many dreams,
and the raindrop,
brought from the honorable mountain
by the honorable wind,
softly and timidly trembles
on the dead poet’s white face,
like an angel’s tear.
And dictator, tycoons and thugs
are sitting in the golden loges now,
ghastly and faithfully acting:
the righteous, the charitable, the Believers,
crying their copper voices
out into Global silence,
like a copper bell,
and the dead child
now waits for one tear
in a nameless grave.
©Walter William Safar
TELL ME,FREEDOM
Tell me FREEDOM…
Oh…tell me Hope
Does your hot breath
Travel the cold mountain,
-where the solitary scream
strays through the pestiferous fog-
Tell me,golden FREEDOM
Tell me hope
How can I descend
Into the mild valley
Where Your wings
Chase away
The fog
Towards the white heavenly fields
Where yours wings
Chase away the screm
Oh the Life
Did our acquaintance
Turn into
An everlasting friendship
FREEDOM…
Golden hope
My friend!…
My Life!
Is what I drink from your spirit…
From yours spirit-
Walter William Safar©
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