Eyeless in Gaza

Eyeless in Gaza we strike out

  bringing down the temple of our gods,

 turning into ashes bodies of our dreams,

  the tender offspring of our hope.

Was not one Holocaust enough?

Must the children of the victims wreak extermination to survive?

Must the pilgrim road to Zion become a swamp of bitter retribution?

Must the cross that bore the crucified of countless generations

bleed again into the chasm of our fear?