Each day

is an eye-closer

I tear off a notebook page

without thinking much

When a whole people is eradicated

by Jehovah's Chosen Tribe

I look the other way

(albeit cursing inside)

I rejoice

at the right assassination

(though I can't recall the last one)

The wrong ones

I shake off

Each day

is an eye-closer

I spend the nights

pondering the stars