Torn from my moorings Fighting currents and maelstroms Drifting upriver
Tzeva Adom Tzeva Adom Sirens howling Mothers screaming Children crying Bombs exploding Rockets shrieking Bombs and rockets Rockets and bombs Sobbing and wailing And silence
War and peace. Peace and war. Missiles to protect civilians. Civilians to protect missiles. Women and children and children and children. Words. Not my own. I have none. I’ve lost my words to the blind mindless hatred I’ve lost my words to the horrors of war.
A story, lived together. At the same time, in the same place. Leaving burn marks in our minds. Raising questions, giving answers. A story told in two voices. Same story, different words. Different questions. Different answers. Different story. But we lived it, together.
Thunder and lightening Flash floods and torrential rains A semester’s end