Whispers of Exile and War

In exile, the blue sky drifts on, like a sea breeze,

While sunrises and sunsets blur, making wishes hard to keep.

Looking out the window, walking empty streets,

The stars whisper to the moon, praying for a kiss that lingers deep.

As if the eyes rejoice, done weeping over corpses,

As if the ears have learned to hear the stillness of the universe.

But why are mouths forced to smile, to speak as if nothing happened,

While life retreats from death’s presence, leaving us to die in pain?

Lebanon, you are the chandelier that lights our yesterdays and tomorrows.

Palestine, you are the olive branch, the warm nest of greater times.

Iraq, you are the forgiving homeland, the loving parent of all people.

Syria, you are the gate that never closes, forever offering protection.

If you count the roses in your corners, that’s the number of civilians

Who died in war. Your footsteps still carry the blood of innocent children,

Slaughtered, unburied, while you unleashed your human rights,

Barking and devouring our children who never learned to breathe free.