Für Élan
…It’s been raining nonstop,
My heart goes out to America, to her fading glory,
To all those folks who had gathered in front of the White House
Hoping to save this extinguishing torch for their children…
And I think of my father… buried six feet under, in this rain.
Isn’t he cold? …that dream…
So here’s a song to keep us warm with tears lost in the rain…
…And to lost fathers and strong sons,
To weak mothers,
And gentle daughters,
To the feeble, huddled under plastic tarps and damp blankets in the cold,
And to a frightened President already tired…
Translation from Hebrew:
“Night of stars, the sun has risen
You sit there, staring at the darkness
An hour passes, a day and a year
And you are still waiting for him.
An hour passes, a day and a year,
And you are still lost, blinded in the faith.
The fruit of your garden, you shall ask for,
Who will tell you, and you will reply?
Your pain is hard, and the days pass by,
You are left alone, want to believe,
That the time is coming near,
The time when he promised to come back.”
-Iliad Alexander Terra
