October 7th Again, Again
Twice the sun,
The world has turned,
Since the day,
Our soul was burned,
In the blaze,
Of early fall,
Before the birds,
Began to call,
And since that day,
No peace at all,
The fire spread,
Its shadow crawled,
From the West End,
Down to Nepal,
And back again,
From near and far.
In these two years,
That we’ve been captive,
The world moved on,
Like floating plastic,
Hatred spread,
And men did nothing,
Or they fed,
The growing flames,
That now consume,
And can’t be tamed.
In these two years,
The world has changed,
And if two more,
Would pass the same,
Would you be proud,
Or feel ashamed?
For round the sun,
The world will turn,
And again,
That much we’ve learned,
But what men do,
We do not know,
They cannot change,
But they can grow,
Or they can shrink,
Into themselves,
And they can drink,
Into a spell,
So not to think,
About the hell,
They always bring,
By wishing well.
For in the world,
Of men and beasts,
One must defend,
Or he will cease,
One who pretends,
That he’s at peace,
Will soon become,
His neighbor’s feast. ~
Spread Love, Spread Light,
Am Yisrael Chai