The Wordsmiths Book 2021

War

I’m here meditating and people are dying I’m here meditating and children are crying I hear mothers begging for their babies Begging for the mercy, the freedom, Its elusive claws always there, Out of reach It’s warm embrace just to far To hold All while I sit here The world is crying And parents are lying Telling of a future that will never come I hear the screams, run! run! I hear the shatter Of a breaking heart And to me it does matter Every scream, every shatter I feel every bomb, Every shot that rings out, As lives are lost And futures snuffed out The world is dying’ And our peace is smiling Tears of blood running from its embrace It stands there and weeps As it watches the loss Of the people who believed in its grace, In the faith that it once seemed to hold, The world is crying And none seem to care They sit there absorbed in their lies and their books Ignoring the tears, the blood, the shots

Watching the world burn And protecting the match All while I sit here and meditate

Noa Chester-Haviv

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