I lay on the bank of a stream
in the shade of a willow.
A beautiful warm spring day,
with birds chattering and singing
Dragonflies hovering over the
water, bees buzzing, the sky a
Brilliant blue, with the
occasional snow-while clouds, drifting by.
The Kinneret flashing in a
bright sunlight, only a mile from my
Peaceful nest, hardly stirred,
as gentle winds moved slowly over
the huge mirror, I fell asleep and dreamed of
a peaceful World.
Flowers, butterflies, bird song,
cascading rivers, and rainbows.
I awoke to the shattering noise
of machine guns and bombs
Coming to me from a nearby hill,
in a moment I crawled
Under the trailing branches of
a willow, well-hidden I waited
Hoping that the gunmen would
not come my way.
My dreams shattered I agonized
over why there had to be blood
And death and suffering, when in
the end, someone would have to sit
down
and negotiate, before both opponents destroyed each other.
In a war that promised no
winner.
Up and down Israel in every
corner of the land,
Snipers, bombers ride-by
murderers, take their toll
Blood and tears to much for
anyone to bear.
Ambulances streak through the
streets carrying loads
Of, stricken humanity, Doctors,
Nurses run off their feet.
In Gaza and Rammallah, Jenin, in
the refugee camps, Balata, Jabalya
Spread over the PLO territory, there
too, death meets the eye.
Wrecked building, burned out vehicles, torn up roads, blood,
Gore, everywhere, the price to
be paid for this awful senseless war.
Today again a suicide bomber
wreaked a terrible harvest of death.
In reply helicopter gunships,
planes and artillery, rained hell on the PLO.
Oceans of blood, ruined lives,
broken hearts, weeping, cursing,
Nothing will help until we meet
round a table.
"Right now I would like to
get back to my exquisite dreams of Peace."
By Hillie Feldman 5th March
2003
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