A Show
Darkened darkened heavy inside
Demolition on the sides
Buildings up, buildings down
People ready to collide.
Give me feeling to arise
Give me strength for I cut ties
With the world, north to south
I am a victim of its lies.
Photograph me from head to toe
Display my wounds for all I know
I will gain but some laughs
From my butchers as they gloat.
The media, I am its precious guest
The headline in the daily digest
I speak wisdom; I utter peace
Yet my land will never rest.
Lubna Ghanem
Saturday
August 19th / 2017
6:10 P.M