A world Gone Cold
By: -Reem Youssef-
In shadows deep where silence reigns,
The cries of many drown in chains,
What once was right now wears a mask,
As apathy becomes our daily task.
Evil walks with a casual grace,
While kindness fades without a trace,
We turn away, our hears grown numb,
As suffering echoes, a distant drum.
Children laugh in sheltered light,
Unaware of the endless night.
Yet guild creeps in like a thief at dawn,
For every joy, a sorrow drawn.
How can we feast while others starve?
Injustice thrives where we should carve
A path of hope, a hand to lend,
But instead, we watch as shadows blend.,
Anger simmers beneath the skin,
A fire ignited by the world’s din.
Disgust for those who turn their backs,
While innocence crumbles in the cracks.
Yet there I stand, a heart divided,
Struggling with shame I’m long confided.
For every smile my children wear,
A thousand souls cry out in despair.
Let not this world become our fate;
Let love rise up and break the hate.
For in each child’s laugh, a chance to mend–
To stand for justice and be the friend.
Awake! Arise! Let voices swell,
For in our unity lies the spell.
Together we can change the tide,
And bring back Light where shadows hide.
Un Coin de Paradis
By: -Reem Youssef-
Dans le coeur du Liban, une flamme éternelle,
Malgré les tempêtes, elle reste fidèle.
Les montagnes se dresses, fières et robustes,
Témoins d’un peuple dont l’âme est auguste.
Sous le ciel étoilé, Beyrouth se relève,
Chaque pierre brisée raconte un rêve.
Les cedres murmurent des histoires ancienne,
De courage et d’espoir, de mains qui se tiennent.
Terre de résilience, terre de lumière,
Le Liban s’épanouit dans sa propre prière.
Même brisé , il se reconstruit sans cesse,
Un symbole vivant de force et de tendresse