The Next Battle Yet To Start

My head is swimming, my heart
Has dropped into the sea
Burden-aching, weighted,
Crushing the rest of me

Under the lead of the day.
I’m far, so far, so far from
The immediate pains and
The imminent dangers

And my heart is crush.
I grasp with my head,
Swimming with news and
Images of what went

On, what is going on, fearful
Of what will go on, and yet
I do not grasp — it is all so
Very simple, and very 

Confused.
They — so many theys —
Want to kill us, all the different
Kinds of us we are:

Zionists, non-Zionists, hard-
Liners, peacenikim, folks who
Just want to watch tv quietly,
Scoffers and believers.

They — so many theys —
Want to kill us, regardless.
Again.  Once again.  Not even
A century since.  Not even.

But this time, this time, don’t
They — so many theys —
Don’t they know yet that
They cannot kill us.

Many of us, for whom we weep,
Too many of us, with too many tears,
But we — a collective we that history
And bigots and the oh-so-wise

Just cannot seem to get rid of —
We ain’t going anywhere.
Those there have no place to go.
We elsewhere, or at least we so

Privileged, thank you America,
We ain’t going anywhere.
We have a right to our homes,
To our lives, and indeed, 

— Even if they — so many theys —
Cannot see it — to our safety.
And we will, we will, we are
Determined, to insure it.

The Guardian Of Israel neither
Sleeps not slumbers; and the human
Defenders of Israel, albeit set back,
Shall not rest until safety is regained.

And then, we now confused will
Work through the confusion, and 
Live with the pain.  And grip tight
Our undefeated resolve.