The sun was shining.
A lovely day.
My uncles took me - outside to play.
It got real toasty.
My tongue real dry.
I needed iced cream - or I would fry.
All they had was.
Three big greens.
Just enough for - three iced cream.
But uncle noticed - a glistening flier.
A trip to Syria.
Their one desire.
My two lovely uncles.
They went away to blessed Syria for a holy vacay.
I have never seen them with such big ole grins.
Fulfilling all their dreams among Syrians.
My two lovely uncles they went away.
They're both still inside me.
Everyday.
How will i go on without their firm musk.
Echoing through me from dawn until dusk.
I'll keep them alive with the thoughts in my brain.
I'll spread their sweet ashes when I get their remains.
I'll always remember their oceans of love.
My two lovely uncles slain from above.