Hopscotch

They don’t even bother to sell us a cause
Such as, “This war is to end all future wars.”
Instead, they count on our indifference to blood
Spilled in faraway places of sand or of mud,
Indifference to suffering inflicted out there by bombs
By so-called smart munitions coming at moms
At teachers, at pupils, who knows their names,
They’re just targets in the crosshairs on screens of war games.
“Cast overwhelming violence on our enemies. God bless us. Amen!”
“A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again!”
Do we care enough to bear witness? Will we stop, will we watch
The spectacular, precision-guided hit, as AI doesn’t botch…
Raining death on schoolgirls playing hopscotch.

[2026 Uvi Poznansky]  

Can We Still Love

Poetry

In an era that is amazement and wonder on one hand, and destruction and hate on the other, and facing the threat of an even more horrific holocaust in our future, two poets present a piercing question: can we still love? And love means one another, human to human.

This book is the 'I believe' statement of the poet, author and artist Zeev Kachel, a man whose most closely-held values and aspirations have been put to the test in the course of WWI and WWII. It is also the 'I believe' statement of his daughter, USA Today bestselling author, poet and artist Uvi Poznansky, who compiled her own work alongside his, and translated his poems from Hebrew so they can become an inspiring force to you.