An ode to a country on the verge of oblivion
Shrouded in a thick veil of comfortable darkness
Purple drapes hiding your despair in shades of gloom
Diving in a sea of tranquil and somber bleakness
Hoping for oblivion, dreading the colors of bloom
For bloom is the rise of a phoenix from ashes
And to ashes returns to better rise again
Many returns carry century old flashes
Oblivious of the past the memories remain
Rise oh cedar, oh imputrescible essence
In the Book seventy times chanted by prophets
Your name bears the promise of your children’s penance
A beacon in the rhymes of desperate poets
Rise Oh Lebanon, Oh land of milk and honey
Rise to the challenge and embrace your destiny
Let the board sound
Rabih
The Idea Sounding Board 