A Beiruti Awakening

This is a poem from my archives' past of 2002,
when Beirut was named the 'cultural capital' of the world.


Beirut who, what, where are you?
To your mysterious lure, give us a clue
your lovers and loathers and hoping to discover
whats your endeavor?
the femme fatal , thats you forever

Beirut you are the pearl rising from the ashes
Bey-routh, you are the lady with unique long lashes
you are the movie flick giving me nostalgic flashes
everyone is trying to capture your heart
for your true admirers loving you is an art

Beirut with your history, your passion, your feelings
your suitors are discovering what your concealing
what it is you are dreaming
the lady of all seasons
you are forever heart, mind and soul pleasing

Adorn...
A city reborn from the tragedies of the past
A city for the future a city built to last
your peoples admiration is steadily growing
in their heart of hearts your flame is glowing
as sure as your skills are in surviving
millions flock back and hope to get thriving
to your rejuvenated heartbeat
up from your prolonged paralyses
back on your feet
amidst your summer heat and tourists to meet
to us you are our God given treat

Beirut, you're the mistress refusing to grow old
forever a beautiful image you try and uphold
glittering with shiny pearls, minks and gold
dignity, serenity, your entire entity
you're one of a kind charming us politely
they chip away at you heart and try to make it new
no matter what the chisel they'll never get through

Your magic your smell, your colors, your tone
rushing though my nerves really hitting home
so what is this they are trying to do to you, whats their hidden scheme?
are you our reality or a foreigners dream
are you for sale to the highest bidder?
lets set this straight you will remain ours forever