The light of hope has been extinguished from
The eyes of the Lebanese people who are forlorn,
Dejected, and lost, as their leaders fight amongst
One another for scraps of power and money, uncaring about the angst
They cause their people, followers, and peers
To bleed out their hope in sweating doing their jobs.
The last vestiges of divination that a future is possible
Have dissipated with the smoke of the last port explosion
Rendering the once brilliant gazes, now flat with the notion
That justice, equality, freedom of speech,
Acquisition of human rights, even, love, honor have a reach
In which they have a material value rather than ethical.
How, oh how, will such oppression be abolished?
Replaced with honesty, selfworth, acceptance,
And realization that we, as a people, matter!
We matter to ourselves, loved ones, mostly: God!
These hardships are testing the believers of good
And those traveling the ‘right path’ will find hope
Where they least expect it and sweep away their troubles.
Poetry for Change 