Israel in Our Times



There is no honor in life. No honor in death. 
No honorable leaders. 
The passion of conviction is dulled. Principled beliefs are on permanent leave. 
There is nothing. 
But the sound of dirt shoveled onto a baby's corpse.
The mother's tears insignificant and disregarded.
And before the stone is even set above the grave, the impotent warriors that traipse through the Knesset strain their necks in every direction but up to the heavens,
to garner world opinion, nefarious and depraved, 
as the ultimate coveted prize of mankind.