The World Would Not Let Me Rest Poem by Shalom Freedman

THE WORLD WOULD NOT LET ME REST


I went down to where I am within myself
And began to write another poem
The sun was outside again
But the world would not let me rest
Four French Jews were buried today in Jerusalem
And the will to kill Jews and kill Israel
Is the sickness of millions
I am not alone with this
And we as a people have survived very much
Beyond my day of death
We will still be here
And yet for my children and their children
What kind of world will it be
And how will we deal with all of this?
I pray to God
To give the generations after mine
A better world and humanity.