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
Beirutshima!
Lyna Salman
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 08/07/2020
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.
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Poem topics: august, beauty, breath, children, city, death, history, home, peace, sky, monster, innocent, real, wide, room, knife, return, duty, devil, allure, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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