Lebanon Poem by Kassem Oude

My country's small piece of land
Proud mountains of white peaks
Sunny shores kissing golden sand
Green groves crops rife of charm speak

Hamlets climb up valleys sides
Prosperous cities home to culture
Lush crooks meander as fine bride
High front cedars stand in rapture

Many factions cope as bee hive
Disciplines to world we provide
People freedom and media thrives
Tourists flow in from world wide

Hardliner and bigotry we fear
To influence some fragile souls
Lured by money they lend ear
Might push our peace in dark hole

Our country dwells in our heart
Don't change it by earth's gold
If we stumble once we'd restart
It's ours definitely we hold.

Friday 10 October 2014