Diaspora, A Poem
By Rivka Cohen
Sometimes exile cuts like a knife
Away from my home is just a half life
Don’t know if feeling this lost is worth the cost
How long can my soul stand
to be away from the Holy land?
From Boston I can clearly see, it’s Am Yisrael that calls to me
And my greatest fear, do I betray my people while I stay here?
Friends lay down their lives on the front line
And I am in college biding my time
Is this for them, or is this for me?
Will the nation benefit from my degree?
I come to terms with reality
Exile means I am not yet free.
Away from my home is just a half life
Don’t know if feeling this lost is worth the cost
How long can my soul stand
to be away from the Holy land?
From Boston I can clearly see, it’s Am Yisrael that calls to me
And my greatest fear, do I betray my people while I stay here?
Friends lay down their lives on the front line
And I am in college biding my time
Is this for them, or is this for me?
Will the nation benefit from my degree?
I come to terms with reality
Exile means I am not yet free.
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