The Pain, the Rage, the Grief • Song

Shiri, Kfir,
Ariel and Oded,
Transferred from the Strip
At the salute ceremony
Of terrible sorrow
When the coffins were covered
In national flags.

We saluted the four of them.
Standing still.
In prayer,
And singing the anthem.
Songs by Kfir Ariel and Oded,
The shock gripped my throat.
The soul was painted
Dark in color,
The rain too
In his tears he cries.

The skies are gray.
Lightning strikes again.
And we are in tears
of sorrow,
We mourn your fate.

We hoped, we prayed,
We were left stunned,
The gospel has been confirmed.
And the picture became clear.
Sheode, Shiri and the "Redheads"
The babies of the country,
Come back to us.
Turned off in silence.

And the questions arise
To keep everyone busy,
Who cut off Kfir and Ariel?
The tree of their childhood?
Was Shiri enough?
Caress and hug them?
And Oded, did he "win"?
Captive, for an encouraging moment?

Shiri, Kfir, Ariel, and Oded,
You fought the war of captivity with ferocity.
Rest in peace.
In the land of Nir Oz.

Your soul candle,
Burn in us
From now on and in the future.
For us it is a flame
of an open wound
That will never fade.