I saw a city in the midst of a blast
I see a city too small yet too vast
It saw a temple that was serene
I see a temple that hurts within
I saw a city famous for its bride’s white
I see a city scarred by shard, holding hands tight
I saw a temple of Fairouz & Khalil
I see a temple searching for Dalil*
I saw a city filled with joy & bustle
I see a city now that may yet hustle
It was a temple singing a song
It is a temple yearning too long
I saw a city under the sun
I see a city mourning its sons
It was a temple that faced its fears
It is a temple now wiping its tears
I saw a port that was old and bold
I see a port scorched and enfold
It was magic right by the sea
It is tragic what we all must see
I saw a city that used to sing and dance
I see a city that’s mourning in trance
I asked the city what is your name?
She smiled saying “don’t you know about my fame?”
I paused and wondered what should I say
She gazed at me saying, “those who did it, will pay!”
“My name is Beirut, I have deep Roots
Mont Lebanon can’t be uproot”
“You see a city, in pain and strain
Yet one thing is certain, I will rise again. “