The scythe hits the wheat

The scythe hits the wheat

The scythe hits the wheat

How God hates war!

Blood spilled like water

And flies hovering on flesh

And me! Even a handful of sickle meats are bad for me.

When will no one teach his friend a sword?

And a wolf  live with a sheep?

The greatest enemy of man

This is another person fighting him.

Haunted by peace in all your ways!

23.6.16

The violins on Jerusalem

The violins on Jerusalem

The violin player in the pedestrian mall

He marveled at the old melody.

The sound rising from the instrument

Inspired the listeners

It went up and floated on the roofs

Itwalked in every corner of the sidewalks

And already a boy joined the melody

And an old man, too.

Mercy read the melody

Pity for the oppressed.

This is the strength of the city

Giving charity to the poor.

5.6.16