My home is burning: Message to living corpses

Sipping delicious coffee in a chilled restaurant
Delightfully surrounded by my loved ones
I saw a fairy on the screen
She was martyred in the streets of Beirut
Her schoolbag was burnt
Her doll was screaming with wonder in her eyes
Coffee suddenly became bitter
And I was surrounded by heat and fervor
Yes I can see it, the judgment Day
You were lost in the relishes of worldly desires
While your children were made silent brutally
Oh Muslims! Enough of this sleep
Enough of these lessons of expedience
Let’s rise against this oppression
Till the last breath
Till the last drop of blood