Cutting off light and water / things can die
I need.
Itching, scratching / taunted, mocked
I want.
Milling back and forth / back and forth
I think.
Going nowhere / finding no one / finding nothing
I turn.
Spilling tears / stinging reddened cheeks
I hurt.
Beating at the Door / shaking fists
I hate.
Past the ancient
stirring sands
past the Land of lands
.... give us your hands.
Past the tortured
bonds and bands
past the countermands
.... give us your hands.
Past the Wall of
taking stands
past the firebrands
.... give us your hands.
The call to Zionism. Aliya to Israel
He thinks if he could know
his heart he could explain.
What lies concealed below,
his worries and his pain.
Just how this question brings
to mind those longed for things.
He searches for in vain.
He thinks he would rejoice and not complain.