15 Minutes.

15 minutes.

15 minutes to pack.
15 minutes to
take what you can
carry in a suitcase,
wear on your back.
10 minutes til the bombs drop.
Say goodbye to your house,
grab who’s nearby –
RAUS
LOS
RUN!

What do you grab from the
rooms of your life, and
where do you to run to?
The mouth of the sea?

Nobody wants you,
and now you’re surrounded
by walls
and rifles
and boots
and barbed wire
and sneering leering
and the cold sweat of fear
and your loved ones uncovered
in the street
holding your hands.

You got 10 minutes
before we drop the bomb
that will forever shatter your world –
piles of rubble and bodies and
blood where once there were groves –
Better Get it TOGETHER.

Hurry Up and pack for oblivion
Hurry Up and pack for the stars
Hurry Up and pack for death
Or you’ll be dead sooner
than you think.

Knock Knock,
– or did the telephone ring –
– or did I miss that text message –
Out NOW,
RAUS!
The Time Has Come –
Your turn to LOS!
And make it snappy!
We don’t have all day!

15 minutes to
Pack what you can carry;
In 10 minutes
We drop the bomb.
RAUS!
LOS!

My Judaism

My Judaism taught me to remember
the oppressed and the marginalized,
to stand with them,
to hold hands with them –
for once we were oppressed,
once we were marginalized,
once we were slaves,
once we had to wander
without a home…

My Judaism taught me to consider
all sides of an issue, to weigh all facts
perspectives and permutations,
to learn as much as possible and to
think critically about everything.

My Judaism taught me to question.

My Judaism taught me to struggle
with the truth, with god even,
to struggle to understand
what is right and
what is wrong.

My Judaism taught me
the irreplaceable value of
the written word.
My Judaism proved to me that
the oppressors control the story,
and unless you can
scribble away in buried journals,
onto slips of paper left behind in the cracks,
thrown from the slits between the bars,
hidden in the pockets of discarded clothing,
your story will never be heard,
your story will never be known.

My Judaism taught me that
it is MY JOB to speak for
those who can’t speak for themselves;
it is MY JOB to speak out against
Injustice Everywhere;
it is MY JOB to Heal the World.

My Judaism taught me that
the world doesn’t care,
only people do.

Just Another Nation State

My Judaism was bigger than this;

My Judaism had a big tent,
with three sides;
My Judaism wanted to
cultivate the land, not
destroy olive and lemon groves…

My Judaism was the one Peoples tradition,
FOUNDED on the ideals of
Remembering one’s own oppression,
and Social Justice for ALL.

I grew up believing Jews were different.
Maybe some are, but Israel is not.
I’ve known that for awhile now,
but this proves it,
puts it in your face:
Burned him,
Yes, burned him,
Alive.

Just as sick as anyone.
mfrs.

So, to that Jewish Man,
child of Holocaust survivors,
who refused to listen,
refused to believe,
refused to hear that
Jewish soldiers have shot babies –
Now what?
Jewish people don’t do those things?

Yes; yes, they do.

They are no longer special in that way.

Israel is no longer any different than any other Nations;
Israel has the same sickness as every other Nation in the world.
Maybe they didn’t catch it until they moved to
Their own Nation;
Maybe Nationhood engenders it,
and we were better off in the diaspora,
Remembering.

Remembering that we, too, have been
oppressed, have been hated, have been
reviled, have been walled off and
murdered in our homes.

I remember.
How could I ever forget?

 Israel you are breaking
have broken
my Heart.