Omar Sabbagh's poem explores the grim reality of life in war-torn Beirut, where the morning symbolizes the loss of hope and the persistent shadow of death looms over existence. The poet illustrates the struggle of individuals confronting the stark truth of violence, emphasizing how it leads to a detachment from their identity and familiar surroundings. The imagery evokes the destructive nature of hatred and the madness it incites, portraying a scene where the soul feels entrapped and devastated by external chaos, ultimately leaving it foreign to feelings of peace and normalcy.
"It is morning again, but they have killed the morning. The book of life is blood-smattered and death is all we read, words and phrases becoming pages, horrid leaf without leave, dog-eared."
"Even the connoisseurs of doubt find a certain sort of tragic surety here and are maddened by it, becoming strangers to themselves - the world about them, the world they're used to, filled with the shrapnel of a blind man's hate."
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