Beirut is not for TurksBeirut is not for grabs, for crabs or the sea monsters from the NorthBeirut is not Ottoman, nor an automatic toy to wind by neighborsJust for fun, for crime, for the howling of infants burning in the sunBeirut is not for Syrians, not for Kurds, not for Tanks and Radio Jamming rocketsOf Southern friendly neighbors, nor for France and England to wipe their arsesEver so politely, sitting in cafés, spying on big Russian Bear or their Cowboy friendsBeirut knew magic, had flair, belly dancing fairies preparing the feast of gods spread bareBeirut knew multilingual choral symphonies on beaches and mountains green and whiteRed with the envy of fangs foreign, frightened, ruthless intruders, malicious in their hateBeirut is bleeding under the failures of its ill-wishers, from the Gulf, from the sea, from the airYet 18 confessions all together and rare, shall sing in one voice once again undeterredBeirut is not for Turkey to carve up, to dissect, to distract from Iran, Teheran, hell.Bedros AfeyanPleasanton, CA8-8-2020
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