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[title] => HAYAN AND SCHMUEL, DINA AND MARIA
[time] => 2006-08-03 17:55:11
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[bodytext] =>  From high up the Israeli pilot looks down Schmuel doesn’t understand except to do as he is told He does not see humans down there In the screen they’re pale-white, already cold Tiny Hayan looks up to the morning sky He doesn’t understand a thing of a distant strife In his gorgeous brown and twinkling eye It’s just another day of his beautiful life Maria and Dima are such good, close friends from when they were little girls Today they share a coffee in the square with bright ribbons round their curls Slowly the air seems other, some vibration hits Confused faces, knitted brows, a tension in the wits Suddenly the stomach tightens, tingling the body round In an instant there’s blood and concrete and a mind-splitting, searing sound Evil pulses dance in the tormented air Blast follows blast, scream on scream A blanket of particles scorches each pore Peals of grief rent in a soundless dream It's the sound of all hell breaking free And bursting from the ground As corpses and pieces now emerge Lying all around Schmuel hears nothing but that same old shushing sound His payload he dropped as ordered Now another target's found He has time to dream awhile about the clouds and his love at home and about that special coffee they'll share when they’re alone This is his job and he does it, believing what he’s told He must do this to protect his land, it's the thought which makes him bold At least this is what he repeats when awkward thoughts appear He’s not an evil boy, he's sweet and young and he too feels some fear Down in the town little Hayan watches Schmuel’s tailfins arc and go He too had a dream to be a pilot in some circus aerial show His great love is circus, the trapeze artists and the clowns Now he lies bleeding in the swirling dust in an air devoid of sounds Slowly, slowly his ears detect the beginnings of murmerings It’s strange this sensation, that with it terror brings For suddenly the silence becomes a terrifying roar Men and women screaming and he begins to feel so sore Maria and Dina stagger, dresses rent and bloody now their faces white as ghosts and the tears that pour and pour They reach our Hayan somehow Dina feels his tiny wrist Then slowly looks to Maria And to the sky she shakes a fist 
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