Again With the Never Again
Fires swell
Anti-Semitism fuels
Understated mania
In the paradox of then and now.
Red sans blue and blue sans red
But in the end…
When all is said
When all is done
Is there a difference?
When orange black skies
Scar the day
And blind the night –
And bullets reign
Over children
Under children
Where children play
In bars…clubs. Yes children
Our children all.
And yet a few vagrant travelers
Thousands of miles away
Cloud the judgement of good people
Wrapped in a sea of red mis-truths
Mis-truths?
Yes, for to call them truths -
To believe we could forsake -
Echoes back to a tattoo
I saw…
On a woman in Cantors…
So long ago.
Never Again.
Elizabeth Chapin-Pinotti
