Power in Reality

We grew tired. For whatever reason, you rise to your guns, and shoot randomly in the air. You are not discouraged by the tragedies that your fire may cause in the body of this homeland, and what terror it spreads among your fellow countrymen who are already tired of everything. Your elders have addressed you. They have repeatedly told you to leave the air free from the fire. Why do you insist on combining joy (or sadness) with manifestations of power? Why do you not combine it with obedience to the wise, with sparing Lebanon from having its mothers weep hereafter, with the love of peace in a pluralistic country, with the constant work to empower others? Extend your gaze. The country, collapsed, is lacking everything except tears, anxiety, fear, poverty, and the harm that afflicts us every day... I am calling you. Power is really not a show, it is not a wasted fire in a hungry range. I hope you will say to yourselves: "enough!