The Twelve Angels of Beirut
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Let us Pray
Let us bow our heads
Let us shed our tears
In memory
For Nov 12, 2015
For all that has past
Do we not now share a bond
Remember those who came in peace
So that you may live today
To cast your doubts
They too, need your hearts
Bear no guilt
For we are all humans
With human fragility
Let us as one
Both remember and weep
Shed tears and soul to keep
For the lover lost
The child departed
We light candles
For all of you
Both near and far
Beirut loves you one and all
The cedars! :)
Surviving it all, we grasp hope from the past
I will provide some footnotes later, for now, some of these photos have been taken by me.
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
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2015
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