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I have a friend.
Not a good friend
but, a friend by default,
nobody’s fault – just circumstances.
Our beliefs so similar
keep us both connected
but also
poles apart.
Where can I start?
My friend is in the IDF
the Israeli defense force.
Of course, her wish
and she stands proud
with a look of maybe contempt,
Not sure what she meant
when she said “I am a Warrior, and you are a Dove.
What’s the opposite of hate,” she asks.
“It is love, so let’s leave it there.”
Without a chance to answer,
that didn’t seem fair
but she didn’t care.
She is a warrior.
It’s indifference, I scream in my head.
With not a word being said,
I accepted my title of dove.
My Facebook page for years has shown an olive branch
in his beak, that beautiful bird of peace.
Today if I was 18 years old, old enough to go to war,
I might be called a different name:
A coward
A conscientious objector
A director of Peace.
So, I didn’t need to argue to make a point
No – often silence is golden
And I will hold on,
my intention is to continue to be proud – to just be me
because
whatever title one may choose..
I am my own warrior too and I can’t lose.
