Donne un ciel à mes murs,

A ma misère, du vert

Quand je n’ai rien à dire,

Il pousse en moi du lierre,

Dans mes nuits, un jour brille.

                         Hier j’ai rencontré

 Cette pauvre petite ma pareille

 L’image de moi-même.

                         Hier j’ai rencontré

                         Un passé désemparé

                        Au présent pareil. 

Hier j’ai rencontré

Quinze ans plus tard, sur le seuil

Les pas d’antan parlent.

People make war; war

Is what nasty people

Are nasty about. 

People believe in whatever god,

Whatever god is what people

In whatever way believe.

Only clear days

I could see

My head in the clouds

Green long trees far below

And the smocking roof

Where together we were.

 But,Wild winds came down

Froze our blue sky

Terrorized our mild season.

How narrow the future

How slight the chance

How slighting those days

How paralyzing surviving

Between the Tsahal fury

The Syrian jelly

And the Palestinian mockery.

Death and silence,

I look back

For the last time as the moon

Brights behind that village.

Deir el Qamar: All our dreams were altered

Words I uttered long ago

Honesty today became untrue.

There was nothing to explain

All our prayers sounded wrong

There is nothing to forgive.

Keep in mind, remember

As bells and cannons boom

Dear son that the war was      

 Never more than a sacrificial stage.

It was an architecture for the odd,

As though Hell attacked Heaven consciously.

There on dark bright nights

While worlds of misery sleep,

Lost Peace in abstract speculation falls,

 And exiled Hope in conspicuous woodsheds burns. 

War had a natural ugly face

Heroes with broken necks

In an absurdly curtsey showed their bravery.

I just did a dumfounded nonsense?

The silence roared displeasure.

 Had I believed in Grace? 

All dreams die here:

Wishes and hopes can’t bear.

Here adolescence into seven sins

And desolation break begins.

And feels her centre now

Of volition shifted down;

 With the time in tempest everywhere. 

No adolescence

As long as the magic war

 Charm is still here.

Today, I am buoyant

In the prison of these days

The guts of living.

Some could not accept their past

                                       Nor change their life.

 Some lost a friend, a father, a world,

                                       They never understood.

 Some saw too clearly all

                                     That mad men can do.

 Some are the echoes of a last

                                     Fucking lost condition.

 Some envied streams and

                                     Breathed their air.

Some disappeared in the dead of freedom.

                 Some found Unity a disfigured subject                                      Only bombs discuss.

There came a boyish beardless messenger

 

On whom the conflicts could model any prettier

 Fake, as chance fell, a dove or a monk-soldier. 

Who by secularity was perceptibly shaken

 

Who looked for unity but always was mistaken

 Encouraged his forces and chose a new behaviour. 

He wondered why the idea had been forbidden

 

Did not understand when the kataëbs were chidden

 He taught the European new formalities they did not listen. 

They immediately quarrelled for freedom

 

Opinions are divided on communities’ authority

 And Palestinians conspired to shoot out at random. 

Once, in a school bus they sparked a confessional conflict

 

Sprayed bullets into Christian suburbs spilt

 

Beat up innocents, launches ambushes and strikes

 Often called Moslems up to take arms. 

Dangers, murders, muggings grew greater

 

And the ways back to peace raped for ever

 Lebanese between Israel and Palestine caught in the line of fire. 

Teenagers at his command left their mothers’ recommendation

 

Looking for neighbours liberation, a no win situation

 

Screw their hope to murders and attacks.

 

Standing with Kalashnikov or rocket launchers

 

They mocked at those who did not woo their cause

 Despatched lawless militiamen to gag any hour. 

 Till the European believe that was a civil war

 

Christians, Moslems once grew in likeness

 And now beckon to claim lives more.  

Now, it’s high time that everyone understands

 

Lebanon is not a state for Palestinians hands.

 Lebanese had the right to defend their fatherland.