Issues 14:05 Dare We Hope?
I wake up in the morning And put on my cynical shirt Button my cynical buttons Straighten my cynical tie And march out with my lantern1 to the marketplace. I sit in my cynical box,2 and wait A woman approaches me A glass in her hand Half-full or empty, she asks? I shrug, who cares? […]
In the little shtetl of Vaysechvoos, a young man was hurrying home to prepare for Rosh Hashanah when he was accosted by two hooligans, beaten and robbed and left in the alley he had used for a shortcut. He was angry with the forces that ordained that life should be what it is, so he […]