Now Paris, Now Beirut, There Then, Here Now

Cities overcast are spewing grudge after grudge
‘I gave you my safe womb
and you planted in it bombs and grenades.’

Are you also waiting for the Sun to come out
and opiate us in its sweltering heat,
burn the hate and the malice
in our stomachs and in our hearts.
My friend in Paris or in Beirut,
or even closer home
I hope you are warm and dry,
and most of all safe.