Black doesn’t
suit Beirut
Black doesn’t suit,
The beauty of Beirut.
Its colour is not black,
It is rose coloured,
Petalled pinks and yellows,
Cedar deep green,
Pomegranate red.
And yet,
With all their beauty,
And life,
They choose mostly,
To dress in black,
Chanel, Gucci,
Hezbollah black.
Someone needs to go,
Out with crayons,
Paint guns,
And put the colour,
Back into Beirut,
Refind the rose,
Petalled colours,
Of their flesh,
And let colours flower,
In the way they dress.