Israel: 1967 War

 Looking around she sees a light
 Reflecting against the old stone walls
 And she cries.
 She cries for her children are suffering
 But her voice is not heard,
 Only the sounds of the crisp cool air and some birds.

 She awakens 
 And she looks up from atop a mountainside
 Hearing her children rejoicing
 And she cries again.
 But this time it is not a cry of sorrow,
 But a cry of happiness.
                    --Dovid Feman

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