Motherland

My motherland burns

Like phantom pains

It wakes me up at night

My motherland asks

Its children now

To go into the fight

I wake up from dreams of war

My heart pounding without cease

I stumble in the dark house

Looking for some peace

I hear a Hebrew song

And hold on to every word

Like to the string of a kite

My mother tongue melts

Like cherry Popsicle

Each word;

A sweet cold bite.