You will never-ever know
What it felt like,
ripping the plastic off our windows,
To let the air of freedom
waft,
through panes sealed against the gas. Purim in Shushan
- five years ago -
in our sealed rooms.

How even the radio said
it was a miracle and quoted us Isaiah
between the ads for this and that
and yet,
it all vanished so quickly,
like a cloud of gas our faith,
and back we retreated once again to
our sealed rooms.