Rockets Fall On Sderot Chanukah 5768

ROCKETS FALL ON SDEROT CHANUKAH 5768 This is no day for a poem Rage and rain and mud Darkness covers the earth Our haters multiply their weapons Rockets and bombs fall upon us We hide Waiting for the right moment To strike. Will it ever end The hatred The cruelty The endless effort to destroy us? Rockets at random terrorize The children and the poor Nights are not nights And days are not days When death and destruction Can come at any time. We are an old people Long longing for peace And our enemies multiply And their weapons also And hate is their breakfast and their dinner And destruction is their main food. And we alone as always alone We the alone people Waiting to make one more small strike Against their leaders, In a war against hatred and haters which makes no promise now or ever Of ever truly ending.