Sun
May
18
I just woke up. I had a dream that I was in hiding during the Holocaust with my friend who is in the IDF and my grandmother, a woman I never knew. It was really scary.
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They felt scared
So they hid
In flower beds and back rooms
They knew better
They prepared
For last words and brave faces
They were stolen
Unprepared
And their souls and bodies taken
They fell down
Faces sunken
But you never had their hearts
They live here
In this land
In walls, and cracks in concrete
In the stars
And the smell
Of spring brought in on breeze
They are beautiful
They are strong
They have caloused hands and bodies
Which you took
And you broke
But you’ll never have their hearts.
