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One Hundred Eighty-Days Ago Today
One hundred eighty one days ago today, Jews began their day, as usual in every way. Jumped out of their beds and prayers. were said. They dressed and fixed coverlets on their beds. Mothers cooking breakfeast…but not for very long. As killers with bullets ended their morning songs. Safe Rooms were to be a place to run and hide, But many were killed instantly in this crimson tide. These people, living in peace and loving harmony, Were slaughtered,not significant enough for poetry? Their older children at the Nova concert for peace, Met death at dawn or were taken hostages, like sheep. And while we get our trophies and POTDs’ Jews and Americans still hostages, are important to me. 1,200, savagely killed, the morning of October Seventh. By methods, so heinous, and were dispatched to heaven! The sadness, has never left my Noahide, weeping soul. But to have others, never forget,is a significant life’s goal. This was a horrid, bloody, pogrom in my very own lifetime.. And loss as horrid as this, is to be remembered is soulful rhyme. 4/7/2024
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