O Benjamin, my soul is a leaf that shares your grief!: A poem 

O Benjamin Netanyahu, my soul is a leaf that shares your grief! 

My mountains have rolled over, after they speak 

Is the flesh of my earth made so flaccid that I retreat 

when my bread is not leavened, because it is made from unholy wheat? 

I couldn’t see you weep when Israel, my child, was taken away 

because I couldn’t keep my promises to you, when evil held sway 

You know we are engulfed by too many gulps, of hemlock, every day 

I have ceased to wander in the Negev, because its sun is prone to evil’s waylay 
 

I am not sleepy as a haystack burning to false gold in a summer, to which I said nay 

You know that I was compelled to live in too many autumns, but hope never turned grey 

I may be Ouranos, and my son may be Jupiter, but I still love you in every way 

I built my Masada on your lands, even if it was broken so many times like a vulnerable pot of clay 

My diaspora must believe in the conviction that a tiny bit of earth must have its say! 

I know every part of this world that I cherish and belongs to me; is where my soul and  heart lay 

Love is not relinquished no matter the difficulty and conspiracy that befalls, it always lasts 

I love my Mother and Father and true love (Jashmina), and your lands where my lives, abounded, in pasts