Israel MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   A state of hope for many

A religious paradise

For those who believe,

A place where peace causes war

In a never-ending battle for commonwealth.

It's a site

Where the sweet melodious songs of birds

Chirp of freedom,

And everyday on the battlefront

A piercing sound of bullet is heard

As it whistles a different tune.

The air smells like innocence

Filled with warmth and sunshine,

While in the battlefield the horrid fetor of gun powder

Never ceases to exist.

It's a place where a tan little boy tells his mother

That he can't wait to grow up,

As his older brother dies a gruesome death

In a stranger's hands.

And sounds of tourists are heard

As they come to experience the magic

Of the cerulean dead sea,

As a soldier get emerged in the bleeding sea of death.

And the Western Wall

Stands a spiritual climax for all Jewish people,

While somewhere on the field

A soldier says last prayer facing to West,

As a bullet pierces his homebound heart.


A merger of two worlds

Happiness and despair

A perfect place

Which like many others did before me

I would die to protect.

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zozoe SILVER said...
on Mar. 10 2013 at 12:02 pm
zozoe SILVER, Jerusalem, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
— Dr. Seuss

This peice really speaks to me. I live in Israel and i really relate to this poem. Great work.


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