Beirut

Let the birds be silent
Let the air be poisoned
Let every sound be tormenting
Let the light be dark.

Let my flower not bloom
And my days be gloom.

Let my dream be a nightmare
And my thoughts become 
frightful.
Let my pages be empty
And  my colors be dry.

Let my words sound confusing
And the sky fall to the ground.

Let my night sky be moonless
let there be no stars, Let the 
rivers run dry.

Let the sweet taste of honey be 
just memory and no bees and 
no hives.

Let me forget  life as I know it
Let me just fantasize.

Background:
My home land Lebanon was once a beautiful place to live. Now instead it's unbearable! It is consumed by noise pollution, dirt pollution, politics pollution.... our green mountains are been stripped down hardly any forest left. Only 3 % of our forests exist. Our Cities are over crowded with cars not to mention motor bikes of all kind and sizes, they appear from nowhere ready to crush you, strip you or both. Generators noisy and smelly it gets to you inside and out. Our politicians are too busy filling their pockets with green paper, fighting among each other who should get the lion's share. Sorry to say! Lebanon was known the Switzerland of the Middle East. Today we are among the most corrupted nations!

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