Lebanon
shrapnel of empty hearts bent on violence
envious of your enchanting beauty
demanding complete control
finding intimacy only through destruction...
when will you learn the ways of love?
stop trying to prove you are right
for we are all wrong in this war
all we want is a warm cup of tea
to hear our children's laughter
kneeling reverently at our elder's knees
to behold the whispers of love and safety
surrounding our doorsteps with a cross, a crescent, and a star
amalgamating into the azure brio entwined above- L Maria
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