poem By Naomi Ragen:
Who will write the elegies
Who will write the elegies for Jewish
girls and a Jewish boy, murdered in Tel Aviv on Christmas day, 2003?
Who mourns lovely Rotem? Bright eyed Angelina? And warm Edva? And handsome
Noam?
Who mourns them, slaughtered as they stood, waiting for the bus to taken them
home?
Nineteen years old.
Nineteen years old.
Twenty years old
Twenty-one years old.
Murdered, because we opened our gates.
Because our walls are not high enough.
Because we let them in, to kill and maim.
Let them in to take our children, in the streets. Our kind young men.
Our beautiful girls.
Helped them to serve their stone-hearted god, their evil prophets who despise
life.
Stone-hearted, like the idols of old, who
reveled in human sacrifice.
They claim a land. They claim a culture. These stone-hearted hordes who love
gravestones and bombs and iron-nails and exploding flesh and dead children.
Who will sing for Rotem, Angelina, Edva, Noam, killed in Tel Aviv on Christmas
Day, 2003?
Who will write the elegies?