Lebanon Cedar

I got this thing in the seventies

I tried for years to give it back

Then, one day I couldn’t find it anymore

So it went on the attack

Then I gave it to my children

I tried in vain to take it back

It drove them into desperation

Now we’re stuck in this shellac

Not dying, and not quite living

Not guilty, but we beg to be forgiven

Not in pieces, but we’re not whole either

Still standing like a Lebanon cedar

A Lebanon cedar