
![Every time a dictator falls from the throne of history, embellished with our tears, I clap my hands until they glow red. But back home when I turn on the television; another dictator flows from the mouths of the people… from a screen glowing with cheers. I die with laughter at my naive self; tears burn my eyes until they glow red. - Adnan Al-Sayegh
*Kurdish boy, 1981. / Death to the Middle Eastern [Nazi] Baa’th Party…](http://24.media.tumblr.com/772fcd3a955a4410cda86d0df801e113/tumblr_mhx6zvv57r1r7fnc1o1_500.jpg)
Every time a dictator falls from the throne of history, embellished with our tears, I clap my hands until they glow red. But back home when I turn on the television; another dictator flows from the mouths of the people… from a screen glowing with cheers. I die with laughter at my naive self; tears burn my eyes until they glow red. - Adnan Al-Sayegh
*Kurdish boy, 1981. / Death to the Middle Eastern [Nazi] Baa’th Party…
poor baby