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I wish to be a cool poet getting delight in composing poems

freely flowing as prose about little cool concerns:

smell of coffee emanating from a cafe in a promising early morn

daily life as it gushes along the streets of a dizzy city

Contented cows in the fields not aware of human conflicts

Propagating in a chain reaction across ages of confusion

Busy chewing green grass not worrying about the future.



I wish to be a cool poet, so relaxed.



But that news that I hear

Every morning, afternoon and evening

That agonizing news and the sound of heavy tanks

demolishing old towns about Jerusalem

And resisting an ancient nation's will to subsist as nations

Make me want to react in a beating rhythm and tolling rhyme

and flash back in time

in a search for the root causes and convincing reasons

feeling that we all bear diverse fractions of the guilt:

Those who act, those who aid

and those approving by being passive.

We are all guilty. We are all in it.