Back in My Homeland
Like a man possessed we fight
'neath cool exteriors
a raging fire burns, day and night
We have nowhere to turn
no matter how we yearn
to parlez vous francais or habla ingles
Never quite accepted
by the whole world rejected
All our efforts reproved
ever on the move ...
I squirm and fidget
'cos I never quite fit in
Now, back in Israel
with God I dwell
I know who and what I am
back in my homeland
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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