Lebanon

The remaining skeletons of the buildings stand withering, in the eastern sunlight.
The blue sky of many summers scratches away at what remains.
There is no help, there is only a numb version of hope that weighs down senselessly.
A land of unctuous honey and cedar is forced to give up its honest tears
Fictional beliefs create invisible but strong walls to divide love.
A clueless bystander musters a well of empathy, that only looks like a grain of salt.
It serves as a channel for more who have few clues of their own.

So you feel bad. But what are you Really going to do about it?

And on the homefront we are still fighting about money.