Jerusalem stone is the only stone that can
feel pain. It has a network of nerves.
From time to time Jerusalem crowds into
mass protests like the tower of Babel.
But with huge clubs God-the-Police beats her
down: houses rased, walls flatttened,
and afterward the city disperses, muttering
prayers of compalint and sporadic screams from churches
and synagogues and loud-moaning mosques.
Each to his own place.
--Yehuda Amichai--
("Jerusalem, the only city in the world
where the right to vote is granted even to the dead.")
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