Assaditis

A sickened mind in an egoist's head
Drives millions out from home,
And leaves scores of thousands dead,
Of a yet uncurable Assad Syndrome.
No quacks and witches of love,
No physicians trained thus far,
Could put endangered millions safe,
And bring back the lost children of war.
No hospitals could be built,
No preventions let be taken,
Because the safe groundworks are spoiled,
And the pillars of hope are down shaken.
From neighbourly homes to aid,
No nurses and doctors arrive,
Because the returns are too little,
The risk of Assaditis not worth the strive.
They will come much later in the day-
The good samaritans are kind-
To clean up the good spoils of war,
The victims in their deathbeds left behind.