Fireworks
Red, yellow, blue.
The fireworks in the sky
Go crackle boom-
And mother-
Like a child,
Scurries
To her room-
For the sounds
Remind her of
Shootings in Beirut
Bombings in Batroun
Other mothers sobbing over their
Children’s tombs
The fireworks in the sky
Go crackle boom-
And the city celebrates
As my mother’s
Cold heart
(Iced with fiery war-)
Thaws with gloom.
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