(I wrote this poem December 5, 2002 in my middle school reading class. I believe the assignment was either: write something based on a photo or a news story. Although this is not the original photo, I found this one online that I believe echoes the same sentiment.)
People cheer as a Lebanese bride and groom pose for pictures on August 18, 2013 at the site of a car bomb explosion that killed at least 27 people on August 15 in Beiruts Rweiss neighbourhood . The death toll from a car bombing that ripped through a Beirut stronghold of the Lebanese Shiite movement Hezbollah has risen to at least 27, the health ministry said. The toll is the highest in Lebanon since a massive car bomb attack on the Beirut seafront killed then prime minister Rafiq Hariri and 22 others in February 2005. AFP PHOTO/STR
(Photo credit should read STR/AFP/Getty Images)
Amongst the rubble walk the pair,
Acting as though they don’t have a care.
The street they walk is in a bombed out city,
But still the bride and groom look pretty.
If I were to wed the man I love, a new beginning would come,
even if the streets and buildings were blown, our love would still be widely known.
It doesn’t matter to them that they live in a town that has turned this way
Their love is so special, high above all
That not even war and hate can make it fall.