Does Beirut Need My Sad Poems
Or Is It Sapped By Fleeting Love?
Does It Need Our Roaring Prayers
Or Is God Absent Up Above?
O Lord! Author Of First Daylight
We Need You This Very Hour!
O Exalted! Give Us Respite
We Need Not Your Wrathful Power!
Why Forget Your Child After Birth?
Why Leave Us Like The Midnight Sun?
We’re Trapped On This Woebegone Earth!
We’re Exhausted. We’re Lost. We’re Done.
I Wanted To Write You A Tonne
About The Souls Left Heartbroken
But You Are The Omniscient One
And Know What I’ve Left Unspoken…
