Chosen People

God’s people
have once again
drawn a line in the sand
We will kill so as not to be killed
Fire rains from the sky
Hate fuels hate
Fathers cry

Children die
to make a point
Jacob is the blessed one
Esau’s heel be bruised forever
So it once was written
So it must be for
chosen people

Naomi weeps
watching Obed
master the terrible skill
of throwing stones at stray dogs
It’s but a matter of time
before cousins
have to kill

“Truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.”

~ Nadine Gordimer


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to Chosen People

  1. the unhealable wound


  2. Maureen says:

    there is nothing new under the sun…


    • By now though one would think that people would have learned from experience . . . But I guess not! We watch and wring our hands as though we don’t know what to do; but at the same time America sells most of the war-making material used to arm all sides . . . If not the government then private enterprise for certain! Shame on us!

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