Jerusalem, Damascus, Beirut
By nancy_am
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Jerusalem, Damascus, Beirut
the world.
a passing smile, you'll never forget
and you'll never see again.
the blue and purple haze
of the dusty sunset
prayers at sundown, that beckon the believers
calling from the mosques,
from the synagogues,
from the churches.
The street lights flicker and come alive
the city awakens from its dead afternoon
as the people flood into the night.
Barefoot children playing in the streets.
young boys standing at the side of the road
buying cigarettes secretly,
smoking them publicly.
on the verge of manhood, but not quite there
they blow out the smoke
in frustration - wondering
"why does it look so much better than it tastes?"
Jerusalem, Damascus, Beirut
our world.
the smiles wiped off the faces
not seen even in passing
as Jerusalem is ripped apart,
Damascus is murdered
and Beirut is buried.
as countries give up their souls
and purple sunsets turn red with blood.
and prayers call out to the dead.
who pray in their graves
for salvation from this hell.
and Jerusalem, Damascus, Beirut,
quietly lie down and die...
red sunsets
quiet afternoons
followed by even quieter nights.
So goodbye Jerusalem
goodbye Damascus
goodbye Beirut.
I have never seen you, nor ever will.
cause we're too busy mourning
we're concerned with the colours of the clothes we wear
with the black ribbons that we pin to our clothes.
with the slogans that we shout
as we are beaten over the head, and silenced.
so goodbye, goodnight
and sweet dreams, Jerusalem, Damascus, Beirut,
as you dream of a sweeter tomorrow.
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