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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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Kim Rodrigues Date: 3/27/2023 11:19:00 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. Login to Reply

Ann Peck Date: 3/27/2023 9:25:00 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? Login to Reply

Elizabeth Mccann Date: 3/27/2023 12:53:00 AM I'm truly sorry for your angst, Gershon. We're all idiots. Elizabeth Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 3/27/2023 3:49:00 AM And the biggest idiot is --- me!

Yann Rolland Date: 3/26/2023 11:59:00 PM very touching poem, a personnal and collective story, for all manking, i guess, thanks for sharing Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 3/27/2023 3:59:00 AM Thank you, Yann. You're right. It is a story for all mankind. Gershon Wolf Date: 3/27/2023 3:50:00 AM Thank you, Yann. You're right. It is a story for all mankind.