Jerusalem

On a roof in the Old City
Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight:
The white sheet of a woman who is my enemy,
The towel of a man who is my enemy,
To wipe off the sweat of his brow.In the sky of the Old City
A kite.
At the other end of the string,
A child
I can't see
Because of the wall.We have put up many flags,
They have put up many flags.
To make us think that they're happy.
To make them think that we're happy.