But The Poem Is Ruined Poem by Shalom Freedman

BUT THE POEM IS RUINED

This is a poem
In the sunlight
In the late morning

But the poem is ruined
By a memory
Of not long ago

Yet another Terror attack
This one killing a three - month old child
The only and long- longed for child
Of its parents -

How can there ever be Peace
With without discrimination
Kill whatever Israelis they can?

How can there ever be Peace
With those who would murder us all?

Eight other people were injured
One seriously
May they have a speedy and full recovery-