Monday 11 June 2007

Two Thousand and Ten



We will be Arabs
They will be Jews

 
How will God choose

They will be Arabs
We will be Jews

 
What is the news?

It is Two Thousand and Ten
We are at it again

 
My son of the year
1990

Was born of a tortured land
Yet his smile was the sun
Of a new day begun

His laughter
The wind over sand

 
His eyes of absolute innocence
A Peace
Would surely expand


My son of the year
1990

Whose hand grew up in mine
Lies at my feet
His life extinct

We are at it again

When it was Two Thousand and Ten
It was tim
e for this to end 


They may be Arabs 
They may be Jews 

Just stop

 God And Life
Are abused


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Egal Bohen

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