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Judgment: A Poem by Yehuda Wiesen | Israel today

2022-01-20T17:43:20.336Z


A poem by the poet Yehuda Wiesen, written following the riots of 1951 and the lynching in Bat Yam A. I never imagined that I would ever see this: in the land of Israel, riots among the Jews. In Jaffa and Acre, from the Negev to the Golan, I did not imagine that even here it could be an exile. Preparing funeral celebrations with Gdeili , I'm therefore free of nomelettes. When I returned to my house it was reported that a child had fallen; B. That the sons of injustice shoot in the street a


A.


I never imagined that I would ever see this: in the


land of Israel,


riots among the Jews.

In Jaffa and Acre, from the Negev to the Golan,


I did not imagine that even


here it could be an exile.


Preparing funeral celebrations with Gdeili

,


I'm therefore


free


of

nomelettes.



When I returned to my house it was


reported that a child had fallen;

B.


That the sons of injustice shoot in the street and that the

city ​​is already besieged, and that in all of them the scents


of

the burning of the Torah scrolls are ruled;



That some held fast -


those who refused to flee - and some of


whom were preparing to


receive the evil face;

That Assafus went out to the shop,


to slaughter in order to network,


to take pictures of the policewomen


and to go up to the network.

And the Jews called again and again, but they answered, "

Your place in the

line


is ..."



third.


And Bsmim, once more, Hmirtim Dlko


on second Htznorot Sl Haztim,


Scbr Tfho stiff and Ntdiko -


I Zocr Cmh Nzdazati


Cssob Dbro upon Do-kiom


and Csbkso Lmtza Btbh


Soion, sameness and Hkiot,


Toc Htalmot Mtib and Tba,


Toc Htalmot Mn Hmtziaot,


Tziro Lam quasi- Tzior


and Aod Tbao Obedience -

D.

Moshav


Hahamemah


_


_


_


_


_


_

And stoning, in this and murder

all the time occurred in the background and we

were broken





-

Then a little instinct broke out in us and the


monstrous crest, which was


hot and cheeky,


loud as a muezzin;


When we were caught in Bat


Yam one Arabi Muppet -


after days when we were


already feeling lousy - and in


front of the Matzol is


hidden


.


-


- And


live.

God.


How weak are my brother's hands - and


even a simple avenger


can

no

longer

know

how to take

In all the channels he screams that they have committed a crime -


but there are also channels that are swarming beneath:

In the body of the race, in the soul of the people, in the heart of the people


who reason in the house, there were


those who blessed their sin -


even though it is great -

"Will a Jew behave in this way?


This is an act he will not like!"

-


Nctb Bcl Hamodim -


"sight At Hrokhim,


At Haobdim Sl YELLOW,


Calo Hmodim,


Bcll not Mtochim,


Bcll, Hrb good family


and La Acft Lhm Msom Al-aktzh and Btolot -


Harbim with Hrobim?


Hm Kmtz and To not."

and.


So what is a Jew who is so


called and said, "Ah, so be it."


Is not a man as a Gentile,


is he a kind of angel?

When he is stabbed he goes out "Oh!";


Is his blood not moist?

Is he good from the pots and therefore prevented from

getting up - with no protection - on his pursuits


?

Is it certain that he should be more submissive and not hit so hard to

repel

them?






Akeri

Am


Foritemot

see


_


_


_


_


_

And shines in the genre of grace

that is now foreign to artists





P.


And animals arose in it.

Attendants


Mahacoch

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_

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He resolutely refuses


and therefore he attacks and abandons


every important thing and


chooses to shatter.

He

physified

for


him

,

"

he


says

.







H.


To me and not to him.


To me and not to him.


Had I been there, would I have been redeemed?

No.


Would I have missed it?

No.

To me and not to him.


To me and not to him.

And even if not yet

So within two or three


years of anxiety and disgrace


The distribution of the distribution of

the smoothestone


of the

dismantry

of

the Judaica -




And the spectacles were the growls


joining the roar of the crowd.

I would lose every


photographer and from the photographer who was not


my saved soul -


I would be human again.

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