Hebrew Homeland


(Sara Azoulay/The Observer)



(Sara Azoulay/The Observer)

A small girl speaks Hebrew

a mask of innocence with the sound of severity.

The Wind


A soldier holds his uzi

standing tall

obedience paves his fate.

The Fire


I can see the grey walls

dividing up the land

and I hold my breath

dividing up the land

not in fear,

but in pain.

The Land


And in the water,

the land is under

and it no longer matters

the salt will heal your wounds.

The Water


My father,

living in the streets

and fighting their war,

learned that there is nothing to fear


So the wind holds the flag,

the land stays hot with the fire,

the water is calm


And the fear in the air

Passes by