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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Twelve Angels of Beirut They huddle together in the heavens Muttering amongst themselves Confused as any human down below We bestow upon them the ancient teachings Not once, not twice, variations to please all walks of life Yes thrice They may choose the ancient books they follow They may keep the traditions yet must adapt to modern intellect Such literate men who seem not to read Who can cast his eyes at his child? Feeling nothing but love and endearment? Who pray tell us is displeased to arrive at his home at dusk? Angels we twelve have nourished We have showed you both love, morality and compassion Yet ye who divides faith, chooses battle You so easily prefer to drink blood Rather than bestow a red rose upon breast Olive trees so ripe have no meaning at all for you Like a tree that reaches the sky All things change, as evolution’s duty dictates Yet you fight to keep perceptions frozen in time You cover a woman’s face When its you who should hide in shame Modesty is how we bestow good deeds to strangers It is how we look at our hearts in the mirror A woman’s beauty should shine to the heavens Competing only with a mans debonair style of chivalry Honor you mother and father Honor your tribe Not with traditions and rented cloth Honor with your whole heart Feed the poor and kiss your enemy on both cheeks The skies will become your friend We sit here waiting in torment and anguish Crying to the heavens that surround us We gave you hearts and minds You return us blood and bombs We are ashamed of our duties For we have obviously failed you Forgive us, you tribes of the three branches We are the twelve angels of Beirut Whose tears give you your sea
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