Shame - Divided By Zero

Now they say Syria’s confusing

Can’t decide which of the sides

They really should be choosing

Here’s a thought:

How 'bout you recognize that we’re all losing

And there’s nothing civil about a war

Where kids are stabbed to death and mothers smothered

On a kitchen floor, or by the kitchen floor

Collapsing from a barrel bomb

Conspiracies we’ve carried on

Like baggage from our colonizers

Unified by our ability to seek the wrong advisers

Money hungry evildoers, power hungry presidents

Using hunger as a weapon to destroy the residents

Patronizing marathons of half truth on the news:

These bloody Arabs

Headlines, or punchlines?

Come on man… two for one, I’m not amused

They yell, somebody tell these anchormen

It’s best to keep it classy

Burgundy’s the color of our blood

That’s flooded in the `Āṣi

Civil disobedience flow within our veins

Our fathers went against the grain

While Hitler hid inside a lion’s mane

A crying shame

A crying shame

A crying shame the way the boy was crying wolf

And they believed him

Using War on Terror rhetoric while murdering the peaceful

Crying shame, say it with me, crying shame

Crying shame, say it with me, crying shame

A crying shame the way the boy was crying wolf

And they believed him

Using War on Terror rhetoric while murdering the peaceful

It’s ironic and deceitful

Egging on fanaticism until it starts to seep through

If Obama bombed America

You’d probably be extreme too

Like if your momma jumped up off a bridge

You’d take a leap too

But the fine line between these timelines is almost see-through

And that’s why the world forgets it

Now a couple hundred thousand dead

And no one regrets it

'It' being the negligence when children needed medicine

'It' being the fact that amputations aren’t lessenin'

'It' being depressing and 'it' being what’s stressin' them

'Them' being the millions of displaced

So who could stay in power?

Several hundred every hour

Several thousand in a day

'til there’s nothing left to say, except 'what a pity'

Zaatari’s becoming one of Jordan’s largest cities

But this one has no infrastructure

People eat by sewage, wait…

If you’re really Arab

Find a way to blame the Jewish State

So if you’re really Arab, find a way to…

Come on man

A crying shame

A crying shame

A crying shame the way the boy was crying wolf

And they believed him

Using War on Terror rhetoric while murdering the peaceful

Crying shame, say it with me, crying shame

Crying shame, say it with me, crying shame

A crying shame the way the boy was cryin' wolf

And they believed him

Eggin' on fanaticism until it started to creep in

I pray my people take these words as a call to the conscience

Surīya's now the bottleneck of all our region’s conflicts

Shi`a-Sunni, Turkish-Kurdish, religious and secular

Imperalist and anti-this, to levels that are molecular

99 percent of all matter is empty space, so nothing’s real

'cept the scars and smiles on a child’s face, just let 'em heal

Egos aside, this ain’t a tit-for-tat

While the opposition kept on bickering, shabiha laughed

Not to mention, these crazy fanatics who took advantage

From all over the planet, uh

Growing percentage of this havoc and this pain

Causing damage to our revolution and tarnishing its name

Not to mention Allah’s name in all His mercy and compassion

Beheading people left and right for not following their fashions?

It’s tragic.

So many fingers in the pot, cooking this fatal fatteh

What a waste.

The Syria can’t even taste a sip of mate

A disgrace

A crying shame

A crying shame the way the boy was cryin' wolf

And they believed him

Using War on Terror rhetoric while murderin' the peaceful

Crying shame, say it with me, crying shame

Crying shame, say it with me, crying shame

A crying shame the way the boy was cryin' wolf

And they believed him

Eradicatin' populations while the world was sleepin'

See it all comes down to choices

Most Syrians have none left

That’s why a former business owner has to resort to gun theft

That’s why a girl named Shams may never see the sunset

That’s why I can’t help but feel guilt when I see a plate of mansaf

Four years in

Four million refugees

Two hundred and twenty thousand people killed

Over a million wounded

And over twelve million men, women, and children inside Syria

In dire need of help

Please, give, and give generously

And think about the people of Syria

It’s the place where the very first alphabet was recorded

The very first musical notation

Some of the first mosques, churches, and synagogues in this world

Syrian history is world history