BROKEN (a poem)

BROKEN (a poem)

A broken dream is a shattered dish
That cannot be repaired
No matter how hard you wish
Or how much others cared

And hoped for “besorot tovot”
Some “good news” to promote
We’re stuck with poor decisions
And surgical incisions

Painful and infected
Are the lies, undetected
By the world’s population
Who now seeks our cessation

And division of our Land
So our enemy’s in command
While we make more concessions
With serious repercussions

Whatever shall we do
Why do nations misconstrue
And block our only hope
Of genuine breakthrough?

We look to our religion
But it’s become a clay pigeon
Or how about our G-d
No, He’s become outlawed

So we cling to our detention
While He tries to get our attention
Until all our dishes are broken
And we’re left with just a token

Maybe then we’ll understand
The extent of sin in our Land
Maybe then we will repent
So our G-d will then relent

And send the Messiah He promised
As spoken through the Psalmist
Who will sit on David’s Throne
So that we will see and moan

The nail-prints in His hands are real
Yet over us He set His seal
And His banner of love is true
Oh draw us unto You!

30.7.25