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Twin heads of copper hairblindingly bright likesun-fires in thevery eyes of Godthat bore a holethrough the conscienceof an indifferent world. The heart of a nationbeat hard and fast,was pierced, and bledon tenterhooks ofthe oldest hateplaying out
I waited for you for 15 months,I thought about you every day,I missed you everydayI had hope for your return for 15 months How did they not value your lifeHow long did they torture you forHow
One dayI’ve got –Them.Funny, clumsy, crying.Kids.Cubs. Dayspassed.My cubs played.They grew strong, beautiful, shining.Kind. And thenthatdaycame. When angry menpointed their gunsto shoot at us.They were not hungry, they justthoughtthatwithout ustheir worldwould get better. I jumpedUpI sprang into
In the shadows where I used to hide,Thoughts like chains, they pulled me inside.Days felt heavy, nights dragged on,But deep inside, a spark was drawn. I’ll rise from the ashes, I’ll find my way,Leave the past
in bedcold beads of sweat catch me still in the snareof my nightmare back at the homeof my childhoodwalking past the front doorrealizing it wasn’t quite completely closed I went to close iton the other sidethey were pushing screaming, shovingwith such force strugglingI
Like a thousand chimes at midnight[1] A reminder what Great is[2] Showing their color[3] Have they heard?[4] Have they been afraid?[5] To what end? Is this, the Marathon we heralded[6] The Jodl we claimed[7]? What of
Powerful emotions pulsatingthrough my veinsevery breath a challengeas I struggle in my chains In the bleakness of a tunnelfar below the light of daynever knowing never speakingslowly dying there I lay Will they save mefrom this
You can deny deny deny deny and denyBut I can never washWhat I saw out of my eyes I am a teacher and mother of sixWe live in the town of Kfar AzaOn Oct. 7th there
Before October 7, 2023I was an ordinary Chevy pickup truck,But after that day everything changed.No one or thing will ever be the same.This is my story: My owner is Moshe Sati.He’s a devoted husband and father.Treats
November 18th, 2024 Am I my brother’s keeperIt must be soFor he is not mineMy dust stained bootsMy broken spiritMy blood shed so easilyWith his peace of mindI am my brother’s keeperFor this day at leastBut