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In Lebanon

In Lebanon, the children cry
as missiles hit and fathers die.
Their brothers, sisters, mothers too
can’t be dispensed from death’s pursue;
they huddle close as bombs fly by.

Our souls have meshed; the human tie
unites us all within God’s eye.
I warn my heart and walk with you
in Lebanon.

I hear the roar blast through the sky.
Our throbbing veins keep asking why.
Amid the rubble, your son’s shoe;
the stench of death has filtered through.
Our mothers weep and say goodbye
in Lebanon.

Copyright 2006 Mary Davila

First published in The Extension
Bag End Poetry Relay 2006
(Bag End Poet of the Year 2006)

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