This time, a year is not enough.
The smoke spiraled up the sky, leaving an unmistakable stench of death.
Mothers, children, orphans, gassed and burned.
Yet no one knew.
Ashes blew through the grey clouded sky, darkening days with death.
Yet no one asked.
Heinous crimes were committed in out-of-town hell holes.
Yet no rescuers stormed the gates.
The hell holes were far enough away to provide excuses.
No one stopped the madness.
Until it was the end.
The Jewish people were abandoned and alone.
No media frenzy. No reporters. No visuals.
Until it was the end.
Time makes you forget the horror.
Until the next one comes.
The life span of a person, 78 years, and we witness the unspeakable.
The vilest hatred finds it way to morph into our technological future.
Parachutists armed to kill. GoPro cameras capture the terror.
Media frenzy. Reporters. Visuals.
Yet no rescuers storm through.
Thousands butchered, tortured, murdered in plain sight.
Social media hounds post the bloodshed for likes and follows.
Babies are cooked in ovens, now without a trace of ash to cloud the sky.
Yet no rescuers come.
Many are taken, stored in tunnels like sacks of garbage.
Their cries and whimpers go unanswered, witnessed by many.
No one stops the madness.
The world erupts. To save?
No, with even more hate.
The downward spiraling of souls can not be believed.
Brave soldiers, freshly pained from their own losses, die every day fighting back.
The world watches and opines; the height of soulless intellectualism.
Supposed allies shrink from their moral imperative.
Equivocation breeds the abandonment of principles.
Lives are lost every day. More death.
Multiple diplomatic channels circumvent reality.
Self-interest rules the pandering for votes by constituents.
World organizations fail to be noble and instead mirror the hatred.
Lives are lost every day.
Mothers cry pangs of pain. Orphaned boys and girls weep at night, in the darkness.
A year is not enough to forget. An entire country will live this trauma for years.
Yet the world watches. More talk.
No rescuers come.
Israel stands alone.
Emunah1, Emunah I say—over and over again. Emunah, Emunah…
Over and over again.
Until it will be the end.
Emunah (אמונה) is a Hebrew word, pronounced eh-moo-nah. It’s often translated as "faith" or "belief" but actually is closer in meaning to the word "trust", relying on the One Above.