Atar Maor 22 And those who hid well – were shot too . And those who kept quiet – were burned too . Those who stayed to inhale smoke And those who ran from it . There’s no causality, Nothing to rely on . Utter randomness stemming from an evil I never imagined I’d encounter . That we’d encounter . And if our door had shown one single crack, And hit with one more kick, We wouldn’t be here today . And if they had put an explosive device to my parents’ safe room door, They wouldn’t have emerged covered in soot and ash and parched that evening . And when my kids ask if the terrorists IF WE'LL BE 23 could have broken the door the same way the soldiers did, I don’t have an honest reply . But when they’ll ask me what’s a community, I’ll be able to say, it’s when dozens of terror gripped mothers in dozens of homes still worry for one another . The mothers of Be’eri . The mothers of the Gaza Envelope .
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