This December
December 29, 2006
Why it pains to hear and feel,
In just cause,
For something bigger
Than pages and bookmarks
Or signatures and dates
Could ever offer–
Beside the point
I try to make
Of why things are
And where things have reached.
Camping under Beirut.
Indiscriminate hatred.
Green paint flushed upon faces.
The police stands still
And I stand and laugh.
Ana- December 29, 2006
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