Who can I complain to?
And what sense does it make?
The unfairness of it all
Israel's being singled out
And obsessed with
The upside down world
In which we are accused of the evils
Our enemies are guilty of
Those who are with us and understand
They understand
But the haters will not stop hating
The enemies will not stop being enemies
The threats will not be less
Only You
Who promised us this land
The tree and the vine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem