All Syrian Jobs Singing love songs at streets
Reuters |
All the love songs are same, same theme
whether you know the lyric or not all the same; I will die for you I will give you all my hearts
and O Syria O Syria… singing their love song...
SC is so very silence, do you think, they
have gone to deaf! Silence SC… they may do dodgy things, under
their table, shield with their well carved national tortoises shell…, as always
before storm the sea is very claim…! You know they have world power, and they
are deeply fearful, powerfully strange each other, their tongues tied with misruled strings, they
are watching each other like under covered thugs!
Thugish Update: SC hotshots and sitting at a nice round table, they are snarling responsibilities
and eyeballing each other. They affiliate
each other dimwits, association with succumbs, tailor made their scorched virtue,
syndicate with criminals, killers and tyrannies,
foghorn their purity and bullet proof graces
…,
been thinking acutely SC they are the
high class thugs…, they are sitting at bareheaded, under the laurel tree and
strewing peace peace pea soup while every
spoonful syrup syrup the Syrian people
is dying
Update: UN Security Council members think they are
the knight of their own kingdom; they serve their own kingdom expense of the thousand
of innocents Syrian people life. The thing
is the one problem, simple thinking, One problem, is the problem, if the one
problem is removed, there would
no problems( yes there is always other problems but… we leave that later)… the
problem is Syrian people thinks Syria is belong to them, and Assad thinks Syria
his family owned that is difference.
They are sitting at pent up airy chair and
chewing their emotion at blackmailing table. But the things if you let other
people black mailing you they then know they can summon your inner most longing.
The way you get around this is that so you have to become a scumbag and a bereaved
blackmailer too! So weakness become your strength! I am just saying!