READING
There was the soldier who once had been
A gang member on a ghetto’s streets
Who now wouldn’t even swear
And the woman with the foreign accent
Who never revealed her last name
Whose past was a dark mystery
And the rabbi who’d lived in Israel
During the 1973 Yom Kippur war
Each poem a cantorial chant
And the little girl who spoke of
A world ruled by peace and love
Her voice like a bird’s in the night
There was the soldier who once had been
A gang member on a ghetto’s streets
Who now wouldn’t even swear
And the woman with the foreign accent
Who never revealed her last name
Whose past was a dark mystery
And the rabbi who’d lived in Israel
During the 1973 Yom Kippur war
Each poem a cantorial chant
And the little girl who spoke of
A world ruled by peace and love
Her voice like a bird’s in the night
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