The fourth of August Our lives have changed since then As Lebanese as human beings Our perspective How we see ourselves Our priorities Our family Our friends It became a hyperreal country Something that has control over us that drag us down make us suffer It is a tragedy that keeps returning It is a cycle that our grandparents passed through Our parents And now us But if we leave? What are we considered? You are not giving up if you escape You still care You still love But that isnβt enough Your trust is broken Youβve been betrayed How do you maintain a relationship with a country that uses violence in all of its types and then convinces you that it loves you, it needs you that will change someday? Your soul needs comfort Your body needs affection Your mind needs safety You need to see a future where you can live, breathe, fulfill dreams Not just survive!