A youthful breed, with purpose pure,
Approaching life benign,
Refused their wishful dreams obscure,
As duties intertwine.
As every dismal lesson learned,
Would surely kindle bloom,
Their bridges brittle, broad and burned,
Afflicting mortal gloom.
A scarlet rose, with petals bound,
And foes that would condemn,
Without a will to make a sound –
A pallid, woeful stem.
Written by Samir Chahine © 2017