Horrible wounds consistent with torture
I stepped inside the morgue and into a gruesome scene from Assad’s regime. Amid the countless bodies, it wasn’t the number that shocks but the cruelty on those few who bore wounds fresh and painful. Bearded and scarred faces lined up in rows spoke testimony of torture and fear’s enduring legacy.
Scathed by brutality, Syria wept tears of shamelessness at its rulers as mangled corpses told gruesome anecdotes. Some had gushed their blood in violent chaos. Eyes that lost soul shone in sight now dark, like silent saviors.
These Syria children could never play ever
No doubt they played while parents went out or made last trips to town without noticing danger