hopeful beirut

Of assassinations and dreams

Red, oozing, unsatisfied...
Seeping, staining, marking, changing...

White, disappearing, fainting...
...into a crowded, over-saturated competition

Future prospects? Unclear...
This freedom which we seek is elusive, beyond reach, always dependent on something or someone... no bigger picture to hang on to...

Lebanon is stuck in a permanent funeral procession... Once dubbed the beacon of free speech, it has been silenced, drowned out by bomb blasts and machine guns, ambulance sirens and bells in mourning...

Shall we forget? Or just repeat? Or even better, pretend?
Are we building the future or dismanteling the past? And have we the strength and conviction for either?

Of assassinations and dreams, of people, who, in a moment of strength, put aside their differences and came together... and have been fighting ever since...

One nation with several sects, one spirit with several visions, but only one life/person and only one death, one chance for redemption.

And only one country to fight over and to fight for...
Are we doing the former or the latter? And in doing so, are we thinking beyond our selfish needs?

Politicians are playing poker with stakes that are not theirs, but those of future generations who have the right to live in a country which is free and where their dreams can become reality.

However, we are silently standing by, watching them lose hand after hand, at a game they can never win, building up a debt which they won't repay at the expense of the people who will follow them blindly, to the edge, where they will be left hanging... while their representatives move on to another game.

posted by hopeful beirut @ 14:44