Syrian Tears

I'm a Syrian refugee with a desire to flee but was denied entry in the United states.
At first I thought it was a mistake but it turns out my fate was in the hands of a man who discriminates against my faith.
On swollen feet I walk alongside my torn apart home, my once sheltered dome is nothing but stick and stones due to these endless drones.
But I still pray 5 times a day asking Allah if he can help better my days or help me find a way out, sometimes I wonder if he hears me so I shout. I hope he forgives my tone but I'm in desperate need, food to feed, a leader to lead. But instead Assad gets all that they need and feed off the greed and use Allah's name for horrendous deeds. Just like my feet, my village is bruised to the skin, nothing lies beside me but shells and sin. But I still pray 5 times a day, I still have my faith, I still have my Quran, it'll never lose its place. Allah will guide me towards a brighter day I just have to be patient and not get in his way. Bruised and abused knees, splinter ridden hands, feet swollen like a balloon, but I'll never stop praying until my country feels the warm embrace like the weather in June. I will always be on all fours to give thanks nothing can stop me, not even their tanks. Allah does not give up on his people and I will not give up on him, soon he will wipe Syrias tears and wipe away all the sin. People say I am more likely to meet a bullet in the eye rather than a man who lives in the sky, people say the book I read is filled with fairy tales and lies, and people say Syria will never be a land of peace. I say Allah has a Plan for us all, be patient please.