נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

Cruel and Merciful

Impossible to resolve it
It was making sense:
-Kill all the Armenians.
-All the Jews.
-All the minorities in Iraq and Syria.
Carry on endless clashes
of Israeli-Palestinian coexistence.
Life without the hated seems to open up new promises
But it proved the opposite.
Think global, we're all losers.
Look at the skies at night,
Humans are a thin fraction
Each one a promising star.
We could all write poetry.
Could I pinpoint the very moment
When Good Man turned Bad?
We're two in one.
Be the man.
April 9, 2016

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