A Midsummer Night’s Dream

A poem wishing sweet dreams of peace. 

An Israeli flag waves during sunset in the Golan Heights. Courtesy of Naomi Bader.

We would dream
Of peace
If at nights
We were able
To sleep

But the rockets
Are not
Falling stars
And the sirens
No proper lullaby

We would see
The peace
If our eyes weren’t
Filled with
Tears of grief

But the burning
Flags won’t
Dry our tears
And the threats
Are no comfort

We would believe
In peace
If on Friday nights
Our prayers
Were not disturbed

But the smoke
Is no promising rainbow
And the bombs
Don’t send white

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