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To my unknown sister in Beirut.

Sister unknown sister your voice reaches me from cedars shrouded in the rubble of your house and from your thirsty streets that drink blood and bake bodies like loaves of flat bread tossed into the sun Sister unknown sister our fearful brother brings bombs our brother who bought death from my father our brother who ate the blood-lust of his tormentors He ate their defeat and they took his victory And the song of his fighter jets screams screams the voices of children who were singing a people proud to be peaceful Sister unknown sister whose dark eyes shadow my escape are the olives bitter in your throat? Their pits embarrass politicians Your innocence embarrasses politicians Your agony embarrasses politicians Sister my sister there are lessons to be learned from death

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Author:Melhem, D.H.
Publication:Monthly Review
Date:Jan 1, 1984
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