TS (17/8/1980 / Kuwait)

Lebanon Viii

The damned they call it
Oh yes the damned
where my heroes stand
with yellowish flag never lowered
like a mountain in the winds
never bends or get altered
where they turned the hell
upside down and hovered

My heroes their skull ornamented
by woes for their ironic foe
faster than the wind and the breeze
left Barbaro puzzled with no clue
quake the earth and thunder the sky
here comes the one of harshful woe
the one that cleans the one that bears
heavy loads of hurtful strikes of hoe

These are my words to that
where the crawling did fail
to where salute shall I say
where to I send my hail
listen to my words O deaf
it is a land for every Barbaro gets a jail
hear the name and save it by heart
this is what we call, Bint Jbail

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