gaza

how many times will i be abandoned
the stones of my Temple are wet with tears
the blades of grass shiver, my soldiers are broken
my people have had their hearts cracked in their chests.
we reach out our hands, but it is to strike
we squeeze our eyes shut, we turn away
but i love you, i love you, and there can never be peace
can never be solace
can never be Justice in what i am forced to do.
so hold my hand when i reach out
look into my eyes, dry my tears
weep with me, walk with me, leave with me, please
forgive me
we are
all scarred
forever
scarred.

dedicated to israel, settler and soldier