Lebanon

I heard of a place so far away
which I may never know
with girls like me of hair like night
and skin pale as snow

I heard of a place so far away
with trees tall as thunder,
beaches clean like a wet cool breeze,
and fruits that bleed like martyrs

I heard of girls being once so free
music swaying the cedars.
I hope someday I will see Rabieh
hiding high from shameful leaders.

Artwork Courtesy of Rozy