The poem
I don't Know if history repeats itself But I do know that you don't.
I remember that city was didvided Not only between Jews and Arabs, But Between me and you, When we were there together.
We made ourselves a womb of dangers We built ourselves a house of deadening wars Like men of far north Who build themselves a safe warm house of deadening ice.
The city has been reunited But we haven't been there together. By now I know That History doesn't repeat itself, As I always knew that you wouldn't.