MOSLEMS AND CHRISTIANS
In order to be able to sleep nights
And my eyes to become as great as then
The universe, Islam my right eyes is,
And my left eye beliefs of Christian men.
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WHY
Why did we in this world become a curse?
And so uprooted from our fertile soil?
And so degraded in this universe?
And exiled in some land since our turmoil?
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TEARS AND BLOOD
My country so consists of blood and tears
Combined with mother’s cries of children lost;
She stands at her window, waiting years,
Her shadow being with her to her cost.
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THE CHRISTMAS TREE
A Christmas tree, bouquets of carols and
The joy of children, such festivity!
All feast days are festivity and glad,
Except the Cedars' country presently.
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BASKET OF FLOWERS
Why did they call you a New Year while my
Loved country is at present suffering?
The flowers shrivelled in my hand, and you
Closed all doors in my face, the gravest thing!
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I MISSED YOU, LEBANON
I miss your countryside, my Lebanon
Your land so sacred with the children’s blood;
If all your candles were out you’d still shine
Like stars, the scene with brightness would yet flood.
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WE MUST RESIST
..And to be stronger than the wildest wind
That reaped our ears of wheat which was yet green;
We must resist vile habits and instead
At crossroads grow bright flowers to be seen.
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PEOPLE’S TALE
I am a poet, poetry speaks from
My lips a people’s tale, in whom confide?
We were nailed on Calvary, our captors
Just drank our tears, applauded as we cried.
**
In order to be able to sleep nights
And my eyes to become as great as then
The universe, Islam my right eyes is,
And my left eye beliefs of Christian men.
**
WHY
Why did we in this world become a curse?
And so uprooted from our fertile soil?
And so degraded in this universe?
And exiled in some land since our turmoil?
**
TEARS AND BLOOD
My country so consists of blood and tears
Combined with mother’s cries of children lost;
She stands at her window, waiting years,
Her shadow being with her to her cost.
**
THE CHRISTMAS TREE
A Christmas tree, bouquets of carols and
The joy of children, such festivity!
All feast days are festivity and glad,
Except the Cedars' country presently.
**
BASKET OF FLOWERS
Why did they call you a New Year while my
Loved country is at present suffering?
The flowers shrivelled in my hand, and you
Closed all doors in my face, the gravest thing!
**
I MISSED YOU, LEBANON
I miss your countryside, my Lebanon
Your land so sacred with the children’s blood;
If all your candles were out you’d still shine
Like stars, the scene with brightness would yet flood.
**
WE MUST RESIST
..And to be stronger than the wildest wind
That reaped our ears of wheat which was yet green;
We must resist vile habits and instead
At crossroads grow bright flowers to be seen.
**
PEOPLE’S TALE
I am a poet, poetry speaks from
My lips a people’s tale, in whom confide?
We were nailed on Calvary, our captors
Just drank our tears, applauded as we cried.
**
