(October 2023)
In the beginning was the word.
Now - war cries.
A broken promised land violently perpetuating the same new problems solved by cutting edge old solutions.
Lost for words I grieve pounded by futile rhetoric bullets, missiles hitting their targets and missing the point.
On my knees I pray for a whisper soft enough to break this nightmarish spell to open our eyes so we remember
future.
-------------------------------------- © 12/10/2023 Roi Gal-Or