Poems By Jonathan Golan


I only have one poem up now, more will follow soon.

Uri Shraga Friedman was an Israeli soldier in the Nahal Infantry Brigade. I never actually knew him, but I was present when he was killed in action in Lebanon. Uri will remain 21 years old forever, and I will never forget him.

Uri

Uri, we never met,
Yet I know you so well.
I read all I could,
Heard what the neighbors tell.

I had a picture of you,
You were quite a sight.
But I didn't need it Uri,
I still see you at night

I heard your father,
On the radio last night.
It seems to me Uri,
You were quite alright!

I spoke to a friend,
She said "It wont last".
I guess she was right, Uri
You're fading into the past.

Uri, we never met,
Yet I know you so well.
Your body was heavy,
Life taken by a shell.

I'd rather watch paint dry...take me home

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