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.