Publié par : elsekampf | novembre 25, 2007

On the brink of war.

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.


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