Caught
in the crossfire
between
good and evil
fear runs
down my spine
I am sweating
My hair stands
on end
Life in the palm
of Izrael
God guide me
to your home
before that
angel of death
blows me up
to the wind
Mykoul
I love the metephor in the first line Bravo! And Encore!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have captured the fear perfectly. I was once stuck awkwardly between the border of Israel and Jordan with guns pointing at me from both sides! !