An Old Song

Shlomo Zamir

1960

1

Preface

Where pain weeps, it is the Jew who weeps.
Where a bullet is fired, it is the Jew who falls.
—Why is the dog barking near the fence?
—Someone threw a rock at him, at the Jew’s dog.
We walked on the snowy upland.
We raised our eyes to the stars,
But we found no stars.
Fierce winds, not Jewish, roared all around.
We raised our faces and…
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