Streets with names of folks we knew
A villa here, a tower there
Civic planning of which I despair
Our traffic rules are clear for all
Those that follow them so rare; if at all
Within this seemingly chaotic city
Are those that struggle and fill you with pity
The dustmen who clean our streets every day
The begging children who do not play
A growing abyss between rich and poor
The daily struggle to lead a life that is secure
A city full of contradicting trends
Be they conservative or fashion that offends
And yet in harmony we all do live
Our heart and souls to this land we give
For where else can you find such peace of mind
The love of a home-land so hard to define
A trip downtown holds a magic air
A simplicity rarely found elsewhere
I love the hustle & bustle of the market place
I long to capture each & every face.
Of how their fortunes rose and fell
The colours, sights and smells delight
Though crossing traffic fills most with fright
To understand where we are and how far we can reach
We need to see where we came from and thus I beseech
For us to maintain our heritage in this city of old
A valued treasure worth far more than gold.
~ (c) By Rula Zein-Iddin
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