I'm lonely, casting about I. Deep waves bursting asunder,
A depressed, downcast shipwreck, uprooted far away from
I desire to reach out to an unknown future, at the end of a
To a better, future clime, with not so heavily-polluted air
Far away from those ugly, smiling faces of the enemy, re-
fleeting freshly committed atrocities against us.
From those dirty, crime-ridden hands, I drank from the
goblet full of despair.
Hi, my dear should brothers of destiny.
Reach out your helping hands!
Our lives in those dreadful esters are uncertain!
S.O.S. I'm drowning, please help, please.
Maybe a. Oracle will take please and a glittering "rainbow
of hope" will shine down upon us soon.
It is a new dawn, a new day is born, a new hope!
Written by Abraham Alpert, a Survivor
Alpert, Abraham. "Hope." Survivors Speak Out. Jerusalem: Gefen Publishing House Ltd, 1989. 73. Print.