And the Drums Beat

Posted on October 13, 2015 by Elisha Ancselovits

Tags: conflict, creative writing, life in Israel, poetry

And the drums beat

in the thickening heat

as we contemplate knives

and count down our lives

 

In the city of gold

with traditions so old

We eye with suspicion

each other’s munition

 

And the Other is foreign

as I am an alien

Yes

we share the same dream

but not the same team

 

I call myself Israel

He calls himself Ishmael

Each other we reprimand

this thistle is my land

 

He cares naught for my hide

I care naught for his pride

We

each feel justified

The other has lied

 

Yet all that the stones want

is seed, water, and plant

a center of no war

all God’s wisdoms galore