Tuesday, December 15, 2009

To Lebanon




What words can I use to say what has not been said,
What phrases come to mind when I sit here thinking of you.
How many deaths must come, how many souls bled,
To keep your mountains green, and your seas blue.

A land as old as time itself,
A prize coveted by all those that could see,
A place ripped away from peace, on a shelf
A trophy with pain and beautiful memory.

A land of scholars,
A place of war,
A nation of tyrants
A home now and before.

I love you dearly and yet I cannot stay,
I love you dearly, but they pushed me away.

Your flowers, your faces,
Your life and your blood.
If only it was a hurricane
If only it was a flood,
So I can use my hands to fix what was wrong.
Instead of living your essence through old dance and song.

Endless waves and seas along your shore,
Bringing back lost whispers of wishes for more,
To love and live in times of peace
Instead of living caged or worse on a leash.

To hold your leaves
To kiss the land
To let the wind breathe
Lost life into sand

I'm tired of fighting,
I cannot scream any more,
I'm tired of lighting their souls with gore

I want to come back,
And just live my dreams,
No more attack
Hold life at its seams

To kiss your sun,
To love your land
Violence shun
Only a helping hand

No more hatred,
Just love and calm
No more bigotry,
Your rain soothing balm.

They didn't push me away I left,
Call me a coward, I wept.
I cried for all of those that had to go away,
I ran because I was too scared to stay.

What do you want me to do,
How can I help?
What have they done to you
I want to DO, not yelp.

At this and that,
At him or her,
Enough with this bickering,
Just look at her.

She's dying,
We killed her,
She's crying,
We hurt her.

WE hurt her,
WE plunged the sword,
Ignorant WE were.
This is madness that WE stir

We forgot our words and reached for guns
We forgot how violence stuns
The soul, the mind,
The brain and the muscle
This wasn't just a friendly tustle

We paid the price,
The bill is huge,
No plague or lice
Just look you stooge

Remember the place your life was born
Remember the faces of our grandparents torn
Remember the land through the names we bore
Remember and don't forget Lebanon once more.

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