A poem addressed to a specific person

A basket full myths

Were given to me about you,

Ben Gurian.  

Settling the Negev

Joining those young pioneers

 Your endless spirit surprising all.  

The children of Israel

Look up to your modest smile

But way?

Why did you want to melt us all into one?

And what about a constitution?

Do you know we are still struggling?

Still waiting

What would you think of us now?

Would you be a proud grandpa?

Would you be a disappointed teacher?

I'm startled these days

To hear of ideology siting between the 120

I yearn for a leader who stands on pure truth.

The End

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