Forgive me, Beirut

FORGIVE ME BEIRUT

Forgive me Beirut I was not there.

Forgive me I cannot hold and kiss your people.

All I can do is send

Condolences, sorrow and tears.

To the port, of Beirut

To Lebanon , land of heroes and giants.

Land of Jesus, Christians,

Muslims and Druze,

Eighteen religions

living in peace until the directors

directed the actors.

From the bottom of this aging Lebanese American heart

Blessings for the souls of the departed

Kisses and hugs to the wounded,

As I extend my arms to hug

the newly orphaned.

Kisses to the feet of the mothers that lost their children.

Hugs and a river of tears

To my wounded nation, my sacred birth place..

“He who dies and believes in me shall live forever”,

“We Are God’s possession , and to him we will return”.

August Fourth twenty twenty

Etched in global memory

The rose of the Mediterranean

A cowardly attempt

to assassinate the fairest city of all.

an intent to murder her

by incompetence, married to political corruption

By these ….these with the black hearts

Where evil dwells,

Where the devil gets drunk, and rapes the bride of the universe.

In Lebanon unlike them…

These Lucifer worshipping clowns

Hope lives in the people

Who will rise from the ashes.

To meet their bride on her just postponed wedding day

Knowing that their Ashtaroth will rise .

Hoping that Kane and Abel

are done with their strife.

She the land of the Bible, the book of wisdom.

completed by the Quran God's creation his masterpiece.

that eternal cedar That built Solomon’s temples

She that withstood the test of time.

Where centuries of aggression collapsed at her feet.

Begging mercy from her ashes,

From the ghosts of her departed souls.

Who have only one thing to say :

" the last day."

" the day of judgement is coming"

where all will walk in a court

lined with ember stones and fire

where the the judge is the prosecutor.

who will open his remarks by:

" Such is your legacy".

As that eternal cedar, as for her children

as for her sea and mountains,

her Bekaa and her

everlasting south dwelling in a paradise

with rivers running under it and sweet virgins fetching its water"

As for the port, as for Beirut,

Do not worry about her.

She is just fine.

Watch the college students,

who picked up shovels and brooms

The housewives that cook for them.

The children, The husbands and wives

Who are fixing homes

And rehousing the homeless.

Watch the architect, the engineer

Watch the mason,

watch the carpenter,

Watch the plumber

Watch the tile worker

Who went to work

Without asking when I will get paid.

This is Lebanon...not those

With their selfish

Conceited hypocritical hearts

These pompous asses riding our backs

who since Ceasar's Rome

took more than their pounds of flesh

they took our sons and daughters,

our fathers and mothers,

our history, our dignity ,

honor and respect, our lives too.

My prayers on a nightly basis

were answered...Vive la France

Macron mon Ami

Merci...Merci...Merci.

Thank You president Aon

Thank You Premier Hassan Diab

Thank you for maintaining Lebanese institutions

that will die and reincarnate, in the image of the people

As a Lebanese American Citizen

I ask God to Bless America

and her government

Who will see that it will happen

with a partnership with the G seven

release us...Let our people go...

From these characters living in illusion

of Lordship, and European nobility,

without reading history.

Never daring to look at their reality

Since it is so offensive.

From Beirut Port, Beirut.

To the hospital of Martyrs Roman Catholic Hospital

To all our heroic medical staff,

To our streets and alleys

To the Jimmayze, El Arz, Chakra Papillon

Nicolas Turk, Fouad Boutros, Pasteur, Charles Helo

Karatina, Armenia St, Rabat,

To the central district , Ashrafieh, Hamra, Badaro,

Riad Solh Street and the rest.

May our pain disappear and our wounds heal

Off they go with their ugly ego.

With their treasonous narcissistic

Reason for existence.

Off the stage they will disappear

A new play is about to start

Where no actors

Will be present.

Where a nation

Will be administered

By a new government

A government fully automated

That knows the meaning of governance

Accountability, responsibility

And the wrath of the people

etched forever in her forehead.

The Eternal Cedar

The cradle of Tibetan,

Babylonian,

and Phoenician civilizations.

As her tradition dictates will rise

Out of the ashes.

Recalling, reviving, its glorious past

Shooting into the infinite future

With strength and hope

Hail to her majesty

Bride of the East

Queen of the Mediterranean.