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fevereiro 28, 2005

Liberdade IV - My Heroes of Downtown Beirut

Por Joseph Hitti

I love you, my brothers and sisters camping in downtown Beirut. My exiled eyes tear up a million times a day at your sight embracing the statue of our 1916 martyrs. For like Hariri, Jumblatt, Gemayel, Mouawwad, and all those who were killed with booby-trapped bombs instead, in the sophistication of today's butcher occupier the Assad regime of Damascus, they stood for their country and were hanged by the Ottoman occupier Jamal Pasha the Butcher. This is, unfortunately, the stuff that nations are made of.

I love you, my long forgotten friends, for leaving your religions at home, in the church or the mosque. Like all civilized people, you are proving to the world that your only religion is your country, your only faith is in yourselves as human beings and in your future, and that no creed, faith, belief or ideology will ever again bring you to the brink of despair and death. This is the stuff that democracies are made of.

Afixado por Gibel em 28 de fevereiro de 2005, às 19:51