Poem: Them

September 22, 2011
By racdavid BRONZE, Syosset, New York
racdavid BRONZE, Syosset, New York
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Master of the universe,
You who know no boundaries,
Try to open your eyes that
Are sewn closed from not using them.
Look, see, the misery of
Your people, Israel.

They need you, they want you there,
Are surrounded by hatred.
They are jabbed, kabob-ed,
Skinned and set on fire.
They have cried out for help,
But received none.

Instead, they are pushed down stairs
Captured as prisoners.
Their ritual items,
Once holy, now are not.
The strength that they once had
Forms their weakness.

Why will you not help them?
Direct your power to them.
They have fought great battles bravely.
They have praised your world gratefully.
Yet, you still do nothing.
Won’t you give them peace?
That is all they want:
Peace.


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bklyngirl said...
on Nov. 26 2011 at 8:15 pm
What a great poem! Deep and meaningful.  I loved it.


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