When Time Soaked With Blood Turns Its Back - Poem
For my third (and hopefully final) poem on this terrible tragedy in Israel, I wanted to share this one I wrote mere minutes before Shmini Atzeres/Friday night. Only hours before the world was plunged into this darkness, only hours before the clouds of terror formed in the sky and the world of many was torn apart.
Simply put, this poem discusses the unfortunate reality of Holocaust deniers, and how when the world seems not to care about Israel and Jews, when G-ds nation is attacked and hated, it's those Non-Jews who support us and speak right about us, that makes the world a better place.
As I said in "Kind Wars", one of poems from March 2022,
"This world needs a new kind of war, It is the war of being kind."
I have nothing more to say, and to be honest, I do not think much needs to be said. The only thing I can say is that as a nation, a nation who cares, who carries, and who is compassionate, we must continue to pray and hope for the victory of Israel and for the revelation of G-ds strong hand in all this.
May the Al-mighty guide all Jews and protect them.
May G-d also protect and give blessings to those who stand with Israel, as their support means so much,
With hope and prayers in my heart, I sign off,
Your Friend,
Yitzy Schweitzer
The voice of a time gone by,
From heaven or from heart, still call out,
Asking us to remain true,
To read the story and read it loud.
Truth is the only way,
Hatred can be destroyed,
Our ancestors who inspire us spoke those words,
The knew honesty is but the greatest of the softest of noise.
Simply put, this poem discusses the unfortunate reality of Holocaust deniers, and how when the world seems not to care about Israel and Jews, when G-ds nation is attacked and hated, it's those Non-Jews who support us and speak right about us, that makes the world a better place.
As I said in "Kind Wars", one of poems from March 2022,
"This world needs a new kind of war, It is the war of being kind."
I have nothing more to say, and to be honest, I do not think much needs to be said. The only thing I can say is that as a nation, a nation who cares, who carries, and who is compassionate, we must continue to pray and hope for the victory of Israel and for the revelation of G-ds strong hand in all this.
May the Al-mighty guide all Jews and protect them.
May G-d also protect and give blessings to those who stand with Israel, as their support means so much,
With hope and prayers in my heart, I sign off,
Your Friend,
Yitzy Schweitzer
When Time Soaked With Blood Turns Its Back - Poem
There are some moments, periods in time,
That our nation just cannot afford to forget at all,
For they hold value,
Despite their horrendously chilling call.
Those times tell a story,
Of a war, nobody wanted to fight,
A regular day, filled with clouds of hatred,
Those clouds brought a storm that plunged us into sudden night.
When time soaked with blood turns its back,
Shows no sympathy to the survivors of a wreckage beyond any kind,
The world reacts with the nobility of those who are good hearted,
They speak the truth from a peaceful mind.
When people deny the struggle,
As if the scars haven't continued to bleed,
The world reacts by listening to the voice of those,
Who, with love in their hearts do speak.
There are some moments, periods in time,
That our nation just cannot afford to forget at all,
For they hold value,
Despite their horrendously chilling call.
Those times tell a story,
Of a war, nobody wanted to fight,
A regular day, filled with clouds of hatred,
Those clouds brought a storm that plunged us into sudden night.
When time soaked with blood turns its back,
Shows no sympathy to the survivors of a wreckage beyond any kind,
The world reacts with the nobility of those who are good hearted,
They speak the truth from a peaceful mind.
When people deny the struggle,
As if the scars haven't continued to bleed,
The world reacts by listening to the voice of those,
Who, with love in their hearts do speak.
The voice of a time gone by,
From heaven or from heart, still call out,
Asking us to remain true,
To read the story and read it loud.
Truth is the only way,
Hatred can be destroyed,
Our ancestors who inspire us spoke those words,
The knew honesty is but the greatest of the softest of noise.
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