Day, nights, black colors and white..

Day, nights, black colors and white,

Went through my mind.

I still believe in justice, in G-d and in spite,

Of everything around me, that tells me I’m not right.

 

France, Paris, black and white,

Shabbat eve, family dinner,

Dad, and son, and terrorist behind.

 

Two seconds, there is no life,

In spite of the life –

Pools of blood and tears and emptiness inside.

 

What about French people?

Do we divide??

Nations, religions, people - in spite of

Pain, feeling, love, trust and care,

Respect, warmth and different feelings of Common Era.

 

 

The World wants to be understood,

And so far doesn’t understand,

That we, as Israelis,

See this pain, at least ten times

a year, year, year, year.

 

Does all that give me the right,

Don’t care about what has happened there…?

 

Day, nights, black colors and white,

Went through my mind.

I still believe in justice, in G-d and in spite,

Of something around me, that tells me I’m not right.

The End

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