A Photo Recovered from Beirut

I heard the traffic and later bombs
I felt the joy and later death
In a photo of a city, a city of life
Where roads are to be torn apart
Leaving East and West
Its busy streets, crowded with people
Are silenced with whistles of fired arms
Bags of sand have closed those shops
To shelter corpses of rotten
and stop the rays of sun

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It is melting down
But the city survived
Over guns and tyranny
It kept its pride
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A photo to recover
Those glamorous days
And not to repeat that stupid war