Beirut This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   A little girls asks her mother why bombs fall on their house like

rain from the skies.

Across town a man finds his brother shot in the head and for the

first time cries.

Most boys throughout the world have friends who are fun.

Here a boy's best friend is his gun.



Even though the city is filled with misery, with sadness, and

without pity,

Many people pray that the dove of peace will soon be seen flying

through their city.



But the dove never comes.



So this madness will continue on for generations to see.

Will anyone stop this insanity?




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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yasmina.tabbal said...
Aug. 8, 2011 at 12:40 pm
Hey :) I'm Lebanese... And I just finished reading your poem from my 'home' Beirut... Have you ever been here? Because it sounds like you live down the street to me by how true your words are. I have an article about this called 'Once Upon A Home' and I would really appreciate it if you checked it out :D Great work :)
 
anonymous - S said...
Jun. 13, 2011 at 12:06 pm
hiI live in Beirut. T
 
waiting... said...
Apr. 16, 2010 at 10:49 am
Awesome!! such a great poem
 
Eilatan This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 16, 2010 at 10:00 am
This is incredible. i love the rhyming devices and it's SO meaningful. amazing descriptions, as well. keep writing!!!!!
 
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