May we never forget.
May the holocausts of others be ended.
May hate find no place.
May humanity take precedence.
End violence
Not Yet History
Photo: Tomasz Mikolajczyk on Pexels
“Are these from olden times?” the boy’s eyes were round with wonder.
“Not so olden,” his mother sighed. “We have some in our bomb-shelter. Everyone was fitted with a gas mask during the Gulf War. We had to carry it everywhere. Even preschoolers like you.”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Mask in 45 words
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No Case
Photo: Ofir Asif
Make no case
For shells
That harm,
When peace reaches
Exponentially
Farther.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Shell
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Musket Madness
Plastic muskets laid bare
To the earth and the air
As rogue arms on a dare
Sought excuse to declare
Every day a warfare
Blood and death everywhere
By a print left to share
As weak minds to beware
Turn stale rage to nightmare
While those who ought be aware
Turn blind eye to despair
By their greed fast ensnared.
Merriam-Webster’s word for July 31, 2018:
Musket
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“Make Me Disappear”
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
“Make me disappear,” she said,
As her eyes pleaded to be seen.
“I don’t care anymore,” she said,
As her voice begged to be heard.
The bruises on her skin long faded
But the wounding in her heart remained
Unhealed
Unchanged.
“I want to not be anymore,” she said.
But it was pain and the isolating loss of shame
She needed to erase,
Not life itself.
For The Daily Post
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Antidote
Photo: Ofir Asif
There are whispers
In the Ether,
Toxic stories meant
For loss of hope.
They are phantoms.
Do not listen as
Malignant news
Grabs scope.
Find instead
The breath of valor.
Seek the children,
Help them cope.
Hold up truth,
Unfurl your kindness
To withstand
Slithery slopes.
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The Cost
Assay the cost of
Apathetic heads
Or cheeks that turn
Again
The other way.
Know the high price of
Silence that
Lets massacre
Take hold for yet
Another day.
Do not give in.
Do not let up.
Step forth
And raise your voice
In truth
So it rings clear
Above the fray.
For The Daily Post
Na'ama Yehuda 
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