There are days that I think I don't want to think
bury my head under fiery ashes, tear my clothes
cut the lively locks of hair that curl along my temple
There are nights I dream I don't want to dream
bury my moon under pillows, tear my torrent tears
cut the dead that haunt and dread inside my temple
There are lives I live I think I don't want to live
bury my faith under rubble, tear my hope all apart
cut the love that evaporates as smoke in my temple
There are deaths I've died I don't want to die
bury my throat under knives, tear my skinned soul
cut the heart sizzling on hottest flint out of my temple
There are faces I have seen I don't want to face
bury my truth under piles of lies, tear my sins from me
cut the beard every tongue that kills the truth in my temple
I think that there are days I think I think I don't want to think
I know that there are aeons I know of I know I don't want know
I want you to bury me, tear me, cut the life out of me I think
For what on earth are you people doing to one another?!
© 2023-10-18
Note.
And yet another ghetto - from victim to perpetrator - where fear and hatred have lead
On moral decay of (a) people, on hypocricy of nations the world over, on looking away from your brother's suffering and alas on '...of doing to others what you do not want others do to you...'.
Of utter disappointment in the state of Israel, turned into disgust, and of sincere and deep sympathy with all victims of terrorism and war crimes of whatever era on whichever side.
I hereby propose to submit this motion to the UN General Assembly: either the UN resolution 181 of November 29, 1947 will at once be brought into full effect or it becomes null and void.
And should the latter be chosen, by choice or abstain, may God have mercy on all innocent for what must follow.
My heart is with the people of Palestine, not Hamas, but with the Palestinian people. And with all the fine Jewish people that are still out there, silenced and in pain, I know you're out there.
© 2023-10-28
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