Flares were fired over the tops of Beirut
i've still got no voice to sing
I remember those days, when we could march?
We used to talk, we used to sleep
We’ve left our dreams like footsteps in dust
Educated, now beheaded
Abandoned
Our sweat floats down from the Golan Heights
Let’s hide and crouch in this dried grass
The north is being photographed
But I hope that no one will see
Sculpture of myself near rusty tanks
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