A sad poem to read because it is 13 Years since the assassination of Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin on November 4, 1995

It is now 13 years since the assassination of

Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin on November 4, 1995

A Poem

Three shots and it's all over -

Now one talks about him in the past tense.

Suddenly the present becomes the past.

And the past is only a memory.

We are standing, crying.

We want to believe it never happened,

That it is all a nightmare.

And when we wake up the next morning - it will not be so.

Instead, we wake up to a warped reality,

Where pain is laced with hate.

We cannot digest the enormity of this loss,

And we cannot comprehend its severity...

-- Bat-Chen Shahak

The author was 13 years old when she wrote the poem, shortly after the assassination of Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin. Tragically, the author herself was killed in a terrorist bombing at Dizengoff Center in Tel-Aviv on March 4, 1996.