Ode to the Executioners
Who are you / Artisans of Death —
Ignorance fills the souls of my school…
Blessings for everyone!
The hedgehog cannot see beyond its nose…
The streets are one house of mourning, grocery shopping…
Whether the forbidden fruit really was a tasty apple is a question, although moot…
My heart has always been in the east…
When a sukkah falls, we are inspired by the words of Amos…