Beirutshima! | Lyna Salman

The allure skies began to tremble
Before the horrible Bomb Dome
Beirut weared a wide black mantle
With moaning wounds in each home

As pigeons of peace died at duty
Beirut my ravishing moribund city
Revered for its destroyed beauty
The sky quivered in bustling pity

Ah, August 4 engraved in history
With mushroom clouds of doom
A massacre a monstrous blistery
Staining blood agony in every room

Steeling from many the innocent life
Yet the rest narrowly escaping death
Are actually dead suffering being alive
Are sorrowly alive in a poisoned breath

Victims chewed by the evil fallout
The epitaph can not return any life
Children cowered with a heavy shout
Hearts cringed as stabbed by knife

So many politicians and scientists
Enslaved to produce a conclusion
We do not need to see their tests
Their deterrence and bribed delusion

Anyone who made lives end
Is Satan, a monster, a real devil...
Nations say weapons are to defend
No! They only permeat their evil

∴ Lyna Salman

Poet's note: Beirut was declared a "disaster city" on the 5th of August, in the wake of a huge explosion in the port of the Lebanese capital that left at least 158 people dead and 5,000 injured. The number of deaths is expected to climb amid ongoing search and rescue efforts. Many people were still missing the day after the blast, and 700,000 have been displaced from their homes.