Life Of Lebanon

The sound of the mothers screaming for the children,

That are running away from the flying bullets just past the young children’s ears,

Some are wounded just laying there, so lifeless and still.

The air is warm from the burning cars in the streets,

Where is the life of lebanon.

Soldiers hiding behind walls trying to respawn from their injuries.

Bombs are dropped on many people trying to run,

Ladies' hijabs are falling below their shoulders trying to find safety.

Blood is running down the legs of the strongest and the bravest.

Dropped guns are in the hands of the innocent,

Buildings collapse as the walls are destroyed,

With nowhere safe to run, people stay hidden in the alleys that are open to the above,

Lost bodies and souls are trampled on from the ones left.

Prayers are being screamed by the villagers needing protection,

The strong smell of the flumes fill their way with no clear path to run,

Churches are defaced with the words of the unspoken languages,

When will the life of Lebanon live on?