After reading the speech to the European Parliament of Israeli peace activist and professor at Hebrew University, Nurit Peled Elhanan, in 2005, about the suffering of Palestinian women, I put my thoughts into this poem that I name:
From One Mother to Another:
She speaks not of muted tongue
Nurit Peled Elhanan:
But in the tongue of many languages
And I hear her loud and clear;
do you?
Or is it Babel all over again?
This time, she speaks to me
The mother, the widow, the sufferer;
In mourning for our lost humanity
And I understand,
So why doesn’t he or she over there?
The megalomaniac who likes to tear my world apart
The megalomaniac who loves racism, fascism and death
deemed appropriate in a peculiar notion of what is right:
A war on terror?
It can only be a war on peace; on motherhood;
On you and me and a child.
And as I quote Nurit Peled Elhanan, when she writes:
“Why does that streak of blood, rip the petal of your cheek?”
I strain
to find
the reason,
… why …?
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