A house that isn't yours...

What do we want?
What exactly do you need? Food? Education , Medical? , Do you want to live in a nation where you are safe?
Are you not Tired?
Are you really Relaxed and Happy?
If you are walking down the streets in Beirut or any other city in Lebanon, Can you honestly say that the families that live in these houses around you are happy, Are really Really happy?
You fight for people that don’t know you, while your son looks at you wondering when will be the next meal...
Are You not tired?
Really?
I see new buildings built to house, houses not homes... I see a fake smile in every child, a made up feel of security, A country that’s made for visitors but not its own people...
Imagine living in a house made only to welcome outsiders, where your bed is made of thorns, and your drinking water is acid, you brush your teeth with a saw, and sell your soul every time you get out your room to pleasure those visitors and actually get to join them in the living room, where they flourish and get all the best ...but in the end of the day you go back to your room,
You’ve spent most of your money in the living room, you are alone again.... on your bed of thorns... drinking the same acidic water...
Living in a house that isn't yours...