14.3.2005 Revisited

A Martyrs Baby: 14/3/2005

This Valentines Day was quite short, it actually never came, there wasn’t much to say
About the celebration that was to be destroyed by the devastation
I guess there really was quite alot to say
A lot to demand a lot to scream, what had happened on this February the 14
Why, where, what who is hiding the real truth
Why did the day of Universal love turn into the day of Lebanon’s grief
A horrendous brutal crime to which the whole of Lebanon was shockingly beyond belief
Was the future supposed to die our fate just way too tough
Wasn’t 15 years of bloodshed, death and suffering enough?
No it seemed, the 15 years of peace needed a disturbance
Just a reminder that Lebanon was not to survive
Its as if true leaders aren’t given a place a truthful stance
Just the followers of family feuds stay politically alive
With their corrupt vision of playing the musical chair dance
10 to 1 and in a loud flash and bang ……all was quiet. all was done
Beirut grew shockingly silent, not a hiss not a sound, a letter, not a word was to be heard
In the back of Lebanon’s mind
The truth of the reality of what occurred was going to be impossible to grind
What had just happened? Why did the sky fall down on us on that sunny afternoon
An Ambassador of power from Hometown Saida to the world to the Saudi desert sand
Was Mr. Lebanon just too big for the 10, 452km of heart fought land?
Or was he just too good, too kind, to be always lending out a helping hand
His last walk into parliament was to ensure his vision was to be free and taken as our national stand
His last talk was with trustful fellow leaders ensuring that freedom was our national demand
His last wave and smile was to the city and clock that had witnessed the capitals destruction then rejuvenation, Thanks to his Excellency; Beirut was now fine
It withstood Beirut’s enduring history, but with every tick of every second, every tick, every last tick, it’s power just couldn’t stop the time
His last gaze was into the sunny sky, a final farewell as if to call out for his surreal departure
Fate loomed in the immediate distance, and with a blink of an eye, the bang, he became Lebanon’s Martyr

A new baby was conceived at noon on that February the 14th, born into a new reality yearning for freedom, sovereignty, and independence
The baby was named Lebanon to be loved, cared, shared by all, and brought into this world as a symbol of nationalistic unity for the world to see.
Born on March 14th, at 3 p.m, in Martyrs square, with its eyes open wide and teary
It received its first smile, blessing, and love from Lebanon’s late father Rafic B. Hariri.