This is a letter addressed to Bashar. What kind of letter and message would you send to him?
How you do you do it? I am truly in awe of you.
The world revolves around your highness, and the sun truly shines for you, and that’s a fact because the sun told me so.
You are better than the rest of us; where we have hearts that feel compassion and mercy and can wither with enough heartache and loss, yours is made out of steel and wrapped up in a blanket of cold death:
Your heart has already died many years ago.
I want to personally thank you for running your knives along children’s necks and decorating the women’s bodies with bullet holes.
I really love the art pieces you have created by marking men’s chests with bruises from the beatings of whips and electrical cords. Now that I look at it, it seems it were painted on, one stroke at a time.
You have a creative zeal when it comes to the different methods of ridding the cockroaches invading your country.
Massacre the children and the women, for they are ones spreading the country’s lies about your unworthiness.
How dare they ruin your image and make you out as though you were a tyrant.
Cannot people see and appreciate for all that you have sacrificed for beloved Syria?
Cannot people open their eyes and realize how great of a leader you really are?
Your mother must be so proud, and your wife, well, she must be honored to have you as an amazing husband.
It is blasphemous and a shame that people do not see the true heroism you carry.
You embody all the qualities of a superhero, a knight in shining armor, a great and just leader who cares for his people.
You are among the greats: Hitler, Stalin, Kim Jong-II, Al-Gaddafi…
Don’t people understand how hard you work to run this country?!
Unappreciative and ungrateful lot you have been bestowed with.
But fear not, your Lord loves the blood dripping from your machine guns and knives, and the blood of the unjust children trying to disarm you from power.
May you rest in Hell.
A Human with a Heart