Where Are You?

For the Israeli Hostages in Gaza

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It’s raining, on my soul.

Although I am dry and warm.

I sit here, drinking tea.

I feel cold, an inner storm.

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I see my brother, freezing cold,

with a gun to his head.

Much colder than I,

he is scared and in pain.

Held by a savage with lead.

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He was taken one day in October,

to a land with no care for life.

He is held by men with no morals,

savages with a knife.

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Where are you my brother?

In a dark tunnel or cage?

Do you know that I’m with you?

That my heart is enraged?

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I go to sleep thinking of you,

and wake up early, the same.

I don’t know you,

but you are my brother,

just with a different last name.

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I pray and I pray and I pray

for your quick and safe return.

Until then I sit in my warm home,

 cold, in a storm.