Naftali Primor, Poetry

נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

משורר צעיר בליבו ששירתו התפתחה בגיל מאוחר. הרגישו מוזמנים להשתתף בחווית שירתי.

The land

On the hillside overlooking the bay
Port of loading ships is clearly visible
In an entrance to an American house:
Please be my guest
Feel at home
It's our property
It has an upper floor and a basement
Be our guest
Thanks for extending your hospitality to me
What makes you think that this land is yours?
True a transaction was made, in cheques
It's all legal, you paid the tax
But the land is not yours
The tsunami
The earthquake
The disaster
They will not respect your claims
The land is not yours
The bones of the resting body
Do not own the tomb
So yours and mine
Thanks for the hospitality
It's yours

March 12, 2011