נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

We Are One Soul

Think of the red feather's People
Those naked in 1942
Their offerings repaid with greed and lies.
The wounded people have faded out.
They disappeared in between the army grenades.
We have exploded
The remains of our flesh are falling down
Wherever it touches the land
A Native Spirit arises.
People of all
One from Jerusalem prays for you.
We are one soul.

January 16, 2019