The Sheep and the Wolf: Menachem Mann's stinging poem about the UN report

Eliezer the Lion
June 24, 2015   
And on a clear day, without an enveloping roar/ A red alarm sounded in the barn/ A sharp arrow, coated in poison/ From the other side was sent, and a foreign ruin of destruction/ Straw and hay, flew in all directions/ Howls and howls, a real robbery and destruction
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There was a sheep, one among seventy -

She is alone, facing the gaping fangs.

She wanted to sit in peace, to taste soft grass -

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And to cultivate wool that swells and lengthens.

Never harmed anyone, never did evil.

Her children are soft, their voices are almost inaudible.

*

Neighbor - a cruel and fierce wolf-

His growls are rude, he terrorizes the gardens.

His claws are sharp, a deterrent to fathers and sons.

His hands are heavy, his blow will break even stones.

His eyes are evil, full of thorns -

And yet, the sheep and the wolf

They are still neighbors.

*

And on a clear day, without a roar enveloping-

A red alarm sounds in the barn.

A sharp arrow, covered in poison -

From the other side was sent, and destruction brought destruction.

Straw and hay, flew everywhere -

Howling and screaming, literally robbery and destruction.

The sheep shook off the control, the order-

She searched for where the arrow was, whether it had hit the herd,

Every straw scattered by the wind turned into -

And behold, a miracle, the arrow fell in an open area.

*

So another day and another two days -

And the shower of arrows was like rain from the sky.

The sheep could take it no more, her life was bitter -

She asked for protection from the intensity of the launches.

She spun the wool, she built a shelter -

The wolf will not be deterred, he will try her too.

He waited for the night, he shot his arrows -

He stands on his guard, watching and observing.

But no noise, no sound of a blower -

Where is the fall, where is the open space?.

And suddenly his flesh sharpened, sharpened-

A sharpened poisoned arrow tore the veins.

The wool of his neighbor, spread out, absorbed the blow.

It quickly returned to its source, and the sheep's fear subsided.

*

The wolf howled, growling in a crying voice-

He gathered his friends and invited guests.

Made up stories that were not accurate at all.

He presented a picture of children, and also addressed the UN.

The judges sat, their glasses hanging on their noses -

Their heads are bald, and a mustache curls over their lips.

They issued a document, drafted at the level of...

The sheep committed war crimes.

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