Lina -- Sorrowfully Leaving Beirut Behind

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The bombs were landing

Children were then scattering

A little girl named Lina was in Lebanon

Israel was piling on

Piling on bombs upon the city

Beirut was being destroyed instantly

Frightened and screaming as Lina walked

As the noise of airplanes that never baulked

Hurled destruction upon a city that glowed

Glowed as its beauty flowed

Flowed as its buildings were marred

Marred by a brutal regime that snarled

Snarled the life of a city known as the Paris

The Paris of the Middle East oasis

Lina left Beirut at the age of fourteen

Her heart was not too keen

At leaving her beloved homeland

With all its beauty and the richness of its land

She cried many a night

Wanting to see the beauty of Beirut in light

Her Dad did go back to prepare the way

But the Druze’s action did sway

Sway them from returning home

And Lina had a feeling of being alone

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