Strike Back At Terror
His grandfather attacked mine
to remove him from land that grandpa had bought
Oozing hatred from deep in his gut
he'd force grandpa off of land that he sought
Then his father attacked mine
with molotov cocktails, homemade bombs
I asked my father, why not strike back
my dad was silent, a good answer he lacked
Now the grandson attacks me, ever more viciously
Yet the world shrugs it off, doesn't seem to see...
But when my family's attacked, when I strike back at terror
~ Why is it I, the Israeli, who's always in error?!
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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