I weep over the death of innocence.
My tears fall, joining the stream of blood and hatred.
The surge has swept through the land and the beloved Jerusalem.

It is the blood of brothers.
Arab and Israeli, Muslim and Jew.
Brothers, sharing a land divided.

I try to scream,
But my voice is drowned out.
The sound of weeping has grown too loud.

We all pray,
For shalom, salaam; peace.
Side by side, prayers in Hebrew and Arabic intermingling under the same sun.

Decry the hate,
Stop the racism.
We are much closer than the differences that separate us

Four of our sons gone,
And the death of innocence prevails.
May God heal this land.

In honor of Gilad, Eyal, Naftali and Muhammad