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!
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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