This ghost town needs not
Your sympathy
Your needless speeches
Your endless hypocritical
lingo.
This ghost town needs not
Your empathy
Your condescension
Your ever-fading
silhouettes.
Our ghost town needs not
Your vacant stacks
Your stray bullets
Your shameful pride
Your suits and
ties.
This time, Beirut needs not
Another loss
Another martyr
Another poisonous trade
Yet another whispered-out
deal.
This ghost town needs a
revolution
a victory
a harmonious symphony of
acceptance, freedom, and some more
freedom.