The Morning After The Bus Bombing Of Rosh Chodesh Adar 5764 Feb.22,2004 Poem by Shalom Freedman

THE MORNING AFTER THE BUS BOMBING OF ROSH CHODESH ADAR 5764 Feb.22,2004


Who are we?
What are we?
Our innocent people
Children also
Are murdered
And we in silence lie into the next day.
My smile is not for G-d this morning,
Nor for our government
Nor for the beasts on two legs
Who eat sweets at our death.
G-d why don’t You just do what G-d should?
These people are not people
And we do not do what we should also.