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Conditions, by Ben Pines

Spending time in her close, dark room,

From the start of her life she was destined for doom

Her father’s tyranny and violence

Her mother’s existence one whole sacrifice

She had a long hard day

Made worse by her mother’s passing away

To fill her day she had many a task

Of the yellowing photograph, she dared not ask

She had always behaved passive and meek

Her father chased her old gang with a stick

Religion was a tremendous part of her world

The broken harmonium - there no music was heard

Her choices were blocked by Christianity’s walls,

Adding to this the judging people in the stores

Because of all of these restraints,

Filling her monotonous life

How could she still decide to be a sailor’s wife?

Decision, by Aviad Danieli

I’m leaving home, that’s it, I’ve decided.

I’ve thought and debated, al this time I’ve abided

Yes, I’ve made this decision, I am leaving home,

To live with my love, under one big blue dome.

I feel it is time to leave the old nest,

I’ll start my real life, and begin my own quest.

Am I thinking clearly? Am I on the right track?

Will I be happy, or will I want to turn back?

This new life with Frank, is a very big change,

What should I do? I feel like I’m in a cage.

There are two sides to this coin, which one do I pick?

Which side will bring happiness, which one is a trick?

My new life with him, might open new roads,

Is that where they lie, life’s secrets and codes?
What shall I do? I have never left home,

The decision, is made, with Frank I shall roam.

I stand at the harbor, and he’s by my side.

There’s no place to run to, and no place to hide.

Oh, but there is, for the ship has not sailed,

I must decide my fate now. Succeeded, or failed?

I can’t leave my home, I can’t leave my life.

If I tell this to him, it’s like stabbing him with a knife.

He stands now before me, his back to my face.

A bag on his back, he’s holding a case.

He’s walking on board, he is not aware,

That I have turned back, how life isn’t fair.

He’s boarding the boat, as it starts to turn,

He then turns around, and both our hearts burn.

The boat sails away, our eyes are still locked.

Would my mind have changed, if the boat was still docked?

Am I really happy, with the choice I have made?

I now live my life, and the price I have paid.

I now live my life, and the price I have paid.
 

Drowning, by Yoni Weizman

I see the splash of tomorrow, sailing away

And my flesh burns from within

I hit the ocean with my fullest,

but my flesh still burns.

The tide from beneath is pulling

me down, and I see with wide

eyes, the water,

covering me to take me home.

I push and tug

I wave my hand

My feet fight with force,

But I let go,

Home.
 

Abuse, by Noam Shachar

Abuse is all the child knew,

She though it’s a way of paying her due

Her father beats her,

Her mother is gone,

She’s in such pain,

and she’s left all alone,

Ah! But wait!

A lover, could it be?!

Has she finally learned,

how it is to be happy?

Probably not, for the past is still here.

Eveline remembers, and she’s full of fear.

Her depression is deep,

And it causes her slip,

She is going to lose this fight,

and the everlasting night

It won’t end this time when the dusk invades.

It’s here to stay.

And darken her life.

Oh, Eveline, how are you able to survive?