3.1.2009
Here I sit,
Midst bombs
And rockets,
In a never-ending
War,
Not of our wanting.
A war of
Attrition.
A war of
No choice.
Them
Or
Us.
Our children,
Or their's.
A war of
Horrors,
And
Terrors.
A war of
Fear and
Courage.
And here I sit,
Writing postcards
Home,
Where nothing
Is understood,
Where hate
For Israel
Rules,
Where
Self-hating
Jews,
Protest
The fate
Of our
Dying cousins,
While our
Brothers-in-arms,
Also die,
Fighting
For peace.
The ultimate
Irony of war.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2009-01-03 at 22:06
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The Irony of War
Here I sit,
Midst bombs
And rockets,
In a never-ending
War,
Not of our wanting.
A war of
Attrition.
A war of
No choice.
Them
Or
Us.
Our children,
Or their's.
A war of
Horrors,
And
Terrors.
A war of
Fear and
Courage.
And here I sit,
Writing postcards
Home,
Where nothing
Is understood,
Where hate
For Israel
Rules,
Where
Self-hating
Jews,
Protest
The fate
Of our
Dying cousins,
While our
Brothers-in-arms,
Also die,
Fighting
For peace.
The ultimate
Irony of war.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 696 times
Written on 2009-01-03 at 22:06
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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