Yet another poem??? Good grief. One more after this and you will probably not read any poetry from me for a very long time. Or who knows, maybe I'll find my inner poet and soar.
The holocaust survivors nodded at this call to unity.
I leaned back, thinking about the mazuzahs I never kissed
The Saturday mornings I've lounged in bed
The milk I've taken with beef at my soul's peril
The cry is thunder, the occasion Kristalnacht rememberance.
We claim our humanity and love for justice
Tyranny shall find no friend here
The Kurds at the hands of Hussein.
These words move me as they've always moved me.
Now if they only meant something.