By Edwin Tworowski
Where to go
Where is my home
Since October 7th
I really don't know
Should I stay, and stand a man
Should I go, and hide myself
Should I return, to Israel
My beloved home
Or should I just die,
Like the crowd is screaming
The feelings are mixed,
Who can you trust
Your friend that tells you
"For a Jew, you're cool"
The boss that makes jokes
"This shabbes you are off"
Or only your own family
I'll pack my things, I will go
I won't stay that is my way
But where my heart will lead me
Is still a question of time
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