Distorted.
She walked holding her flag proudly
Her rights loudly
With one clear vision
The walls, her home, Beirut…
All she’s ever known
Distorted.
Now it remains
Just an image, a reflection
All else gone, and she wonders
Was it all in vain?
Distorted.
What now, she thinks
The walls all vanished
Her country’s all famished
What is it that had stayed?
Was it her?
Distorted.
To fight or to flight
To dream or to open her eyes
But wait, is it really flight
When the flag’s all burned out
When they openly flout
What remains of her rights
Distorted.
But then there’s this lingering thought…
What about the others?
Is she to leave them in this drought?
Her family, her friends, strangers
Like her, they all have fought
For a decent life, a decent living
This is the dilemma in which she is caught.
By Eva-Maria Mahfouz
Eva is an aspiring director and actress, currently pursuing a film degree. She’s also a dancer and an empath that enjoys film analysis and constantly looks for ways to help. She loves exploring and expressing through different art forms whether it be movement, visuals, voice, or good-old-fashioned pen on paper.