Not A Happy Poem

Last night
I sat me down to write
A happy poem
About love, or rain, or children
But it’s not easy to write one
When you’re thinking of Lebanon
Of smiles crushed beneath the wails
And faces buried beneath their veils
I couldn't help but imagine
What if it were you, my love,
Stranded beneath an angry sky
A sky raining fire and missiles
Death pouring down in torrents
Could I bear to see the face
Of my own child, my beautiful boy
Lying there among the fallen flowers
So tonight
A poem I must write
About love, or rain, or children
Perhaps not a happy one, yet
Maybe the world would do better
With a sad poem, than
A war