Bekaa Valley

Raining, raining
on their faces . . .
On their heads – the heavens wept.

Up, up – up into the mountains
Fire fell . . .
on the promises unkept.

Didn’t we try?
(Yes, we tried to run)
Didn’t we cry?
(Yes, we cried into the night . . . )

Didn’t we . . .

STOP!

Katsa ©
August 1, 2010