My coat is torn and it is frayed At night my hair blows disarrayed, My wounded heart is hurt and pained Oh, tell me, mate, yes please, do tell, Why all of this is done and made ? My spirit sways just like the sea My skull - - a ball of copper, see ? No home, no clothes, how can I be, Oh, tell me, mate, yes please, do tell, Where God is found and His balm tree . All hope is lost if it exists And poetry sounds like a fist The soul shakes from the cold and mist Oh, tell me, mate, yes please, do tell, What is “a homeland” ? I insist . Avigdor Hameiri 386 We must raise a generation free of all interest and habit, rolled from simple iron ingots, flexible iron from which we can forge whatever is required by the national machine . A wheel is needed ? – I’m a wheel . Screws, nails, flywheels are needed ? - Take me ! The earth must be dug ? – I am a shovel . We need a soldier to shoot ? – I am a soldier . I have no face, no psychology and no emotions . I don’t even have a name . I am the pure id...
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