Bombardment

Not What I Wish for Rosh HaShanah

I am far from
The screaming sirens. 
We have here no
Hardened rooms, 
We do not drill in
Dropping to our knees,
Covering our heads. 

No barrages head our way;
Nor do we fear
Armed squads, determined, 
Trained, hard, angry,
Ready to penetrate
Borders, homes, bodies. 
Claiming vengeance. 

I am far and do not fear
For myself, 
But I tremble, shaken.
My borders are secure
My boundaries breeched
The battle there, seemingly distant,
Feels a battle here. 

The armed squads there
Have here those who
Cheer. 
I do not cheer the counter
That I nonetheless approve
Pained that the result 
Shall be more pain for more. 

From where shall our peace
Descend?
From whence shall the wise
Arise which might
Give more calm 
Voice?  To Whom should 
Our eyes and cries arise?

And when? And when?

I am here, so distant,
Safe.
And I tremble and shake. 
To Whom should our
Eyes and cries arise?