All Because I Cannot Hear Bombs and Jets

As I lie in bed,

This but most average of Thursdays,

I feel upset when mere moments ago I was joyful,

All because I cannot hear bombs and jets.

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A wise man I have often heard said the line,

That is it a privilege to not be subject to such,

And I cannot reconcile that with my current state,

And the current state in Palestine.

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My step-father was a Jew,

Albeit not a very Orthodox one,

And each year I celebrate Hanukkah,

Though it’s more for the gifts.

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I like to believe I am not an enemy of the Jewish peoples,

As well as that I would not like to believe myself a supporter of an oppressive state,

Which leaves me at a crossroads,

Between two of the three children of Abraham.

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The eldest has long been mistreated,

By both the middle, and the younger,

And it is more ingrained into our thoughts,

Due to long nights of broken glass.

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However the youngest is also vilified unfairly,

Seen as the poker to a roaring wildfire,

Creating chaos and calamity wherever it so gazes,

Below the worth of any other human.

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Both groups must know,

Indeed it is imperative so,

That they are not truly enemies of one another,

But rather pawns in the game of geopolitics.

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If the people being so horrendously bombed,

If they might awaken from this cold slumber,

Then they may be able to stand a chance against their current foe,

But that will only occur if we shake their shoulder.