Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

I'M Spent, My Friends

I'm spent, my friends

    What I've dreaded for 45 years
    Ever since a bomb sparked my fears
    I now witness through my tears --

  O, pray that Israel does not come to an ignominious end


  Surrounded by 23 Arab enemies from Day One
  Will it implode by itself, by its own leader undone


  Home to three religions, to Jerusalem, to Hope
  A Phoenix from the ashes risen
    Outlasting Nazis who turned six million into soap...

  
  Tell me, tell me, it isn't true, that this 
  Modern-day miracle... O, G-d, help us! See us through!

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Kim Rodrigues March 27, 2023 at 11:19 AM I’m with you, my friend! It is not men that have Israel’s back but God. This was indeed a miracle. Things can change on a dime.

Ann Peck March 27, 2023 at 9:25 AM Dear Gershon, Please don't cry--that's what they tell me as I watch democracy shred. Our world is crumbling; where are the mercy troops?

Elizabeth Mccann March 27, 2023 at 12:53 AM I'm truly sorry for your angst, Gershon. We're all idiots. Elizabeth Gershon Wolf March 27, 2023 at 3:49 AM And the biggest idiot is --- me!

Yann Rolland March 26, 2023 at 11:59 PM very touching poem, a personnal and collective story, for all manking, i guess, thanks for sharing Gershon Wolf March 27, 2023 at 3:59 AM Thank you, Yann. You're right. It is a story for all mankind. Gershon Wolf March 27, 2023 at 3:50 AM Thank you, Yann. You're right. It is a story for all mankind.