I walk along a garden path
passed sculptured stone.
Winding past the Chadar Ochel
towards my inviting home
And being alone, I safely talk
to myself
About so many contrasts, light
and shade, life and death.
Out kibbutz, on the foothills
of Gilboa
Overlook the fabulous beautiful,
Jezreel valley
Despite murder mayhem Israel
suffers
We are a like a limpid pool in
a safe backwater.
Regularly our media relates the
devastation of the day
Everyday Israeli funerals quiet
weeping mourners.
Over the green line, parades of
weeping, screaming, screeching
Ululating Armed Arabs follow
the coffins.
Summer time, heat burns -- an open
oven.
Shady trees beckon, deep
shadows fall
In distance Jerusalem, murderous shot and shell.
No Peace, blood and death
no heaven -- hell.
So hot, no birds sing or dogs
bark, even our gecko looks dead.
I think better out in the heat
before I’m burned to a shred
Sink thankfully in to my usual
chair cooled by swishing fan.
Will there ever be Peace in
this troubled land.
This week Israel declares a Unilateral Ceasefire
PLO states this is an Israeli
PR lie.
We hold back while they pick us
off like pigeons.
But the fates bode ill for them. Israel will flex its muscles.
And then let G-d help us bring
this to a peaceful end.
Late news Discotheque Massacre.
A queue of youngster torn apart
by a suicide’s bomb
Tel Aviv’s luxurious
Mediterranean front.
Where tourist come to relax,
sit in the sun
Our teenagers came for an
evening of fun.
An ocean of tears cannot remove
the pain or anguish
And yet we still hope for Peace
while we mourn the dead.
by Hillie Feldman June 2001
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