So big

Look how big we have become.

Headlines, TV, tiking and toking

Billions, missiles, Nobels, –

We have no time

For little things –

Like the little children in Sderot

Who have not slept a night

In 10 months;

Like the little ones of Ofakim

Who have not stepped out to play

Since that sheltered terrifying morning;

Like the little ones of kibbutzim

Who have lost home, friends

Family, community

Walking around dazed

Too frightened to close the bathroom door;

They are little things.

So what if CBD could help them if that is bad for business?

So what if Hosen treats no one under 4 or 5 years old?

So what is there is no central treatment facility

On anyone’s radar?

So what if their parents have to scramble

Just to renew their disability

If by chance it lingers more than a year?

SO what? Small things….

Anyway won’t vote for years…

We have a word, a big beautiful one, 

Comes with a face anyone can put on:

“RESILIENCE!”

It sounds so strong, 

Like our glasses clinking

As we toast ourselves

On how big we are.

“Look how resilient kids are!”

Subtext: Don’t look, turn away.

The Lord turned Balaam’s curse to a blessing.

Big deal!

We are so big

We have turned a blessing

To a curse.

You little resilient ones

You are so amazingly resilient

You can go straight to hell

On your own.