I was reading on BBC
Some shit I found scary
That lebanese kids are barely
Studying their own history and to me it seems
Another casualty of colonialist hegemony
The institution providing us with the illusion that
After the 40s we were free
I was descended and fermented from the sap of a cedar tree
Empire reshaped and women raped
The crusades that created me
You see, my ethnicity incidentally a product of war
Like opium narcotics as a problem of the poor
More of a social order fabricated by France
From the time of Black September that instigated Palestinian refugee camps
To obscure identities culturally preceded
Smuts Balfour and McMahon relentlessly lied and cheated
Arabs receded and defeated by their own consent
By relinquishing all vestiges of revolutionary dissent
Fast forward 60 years and tied to a bomb
Strapped to go and ready to blow
Though little do they know my MO
Is the wild lovechild of Sykes-Picot
Don’t you know they don’t want us to ever have peace
In pieces our countries ceased and our bodies in streets
Nation’s rations of occupations operation
To where Gibran woe’d each aberration that saw itself to be a nation
This abomination ain’t innate, the politics was planned
When France and Britain drew some lines in the sand
And on each land had a king for every command
Though route to India’s spices + Iraq’s oil lie in geographical splices
Across the Suez canal to launch the turmoil o’er the Suez crisis
Dictatorships and proxy leaderships spread like a virus
And from the legacy of brutality proliferated ISIS
Talking history to ourselves we cannot lie
For we got Uncle Taleb’s + hypocrites on our side
Since the beginning when Muhammad was sought by the Quraysh tribe
That ripped profits off of prophets even at that time
Al lubna, a name not coincidental but incidental
In its instrumental tribute to the color white
A trite representation of the white-washed plight
That darkened the narrative that we can’t even write
Because how might you write it from your vantage point when you ain’t got no language?