All Poems, Holidays, Jewish Holidays, Trauma, Violence

Eight Chanukah Candles

 

Eight chanukah candles.

Dripping their last.

White alternating with blue.

Israel’s flag.

Each waxy bead, a tear.

Weeping till snuffed, exhausted.

In shadows of sadness.

Swirling sorrows.

Massacres.

Captures.

Brutalities.

War.

Wrought by power hungry leaders.

On both sides.

Spewing fanaticism, greed, self-interest.

All nurturing illusions.

Instead of babies, children, people.

Chanukah is over.

Dreams for peace are not.

Tolerance and humanity.

What the world forgot.

 

Lynn Benjamin

December 14, 2023