The World Would Not Let Me Rest

THE WORLD WOULD NOT LET ME REST I went down to where I am within myself And began to write another poem The sun was outside again But the world would not let me rest Four French Jews were buried today in Jerusalem And the will to kill Jews and kill Israel Is the sickness of millions I am not alone with this And we as a people have survived very much Beyond my day of death We will still be here And yet for my children and their children What kind of world will it be And how will we deal with all of this? I pray to God To give the generations after mine A better world and humanity.