Photo: Ofir Asif
There is static in the air,
Discord at what can no longer
Remain unchallenged.
There’s a buzz
To hold accountable
The hate and prejudice that has no space
Among the truly civilized.
There is hope amidst the noise:
The march of feet and hearts
That will not stay silent
At disrespect and bullying.
The sparks of light
That multiply to pull aside
The medieval darkness
Some wish to blanket over progress.
There is static in the air.
It crackles with potential.
May it smother ignorance
With wisdom.
May it end violence
Through empathy
And tolerance.
P.S. Since several of you had contacted me to ask about the photo: my nephew took this photo at the Gas Chambers in Auschwitz. The staining on the ceiling is from the Zyklon B poison. I thought this photo was an apt backdrop for the evils of racism and why it cannot be allowed to rise, no matter where or against whom or by.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
Such a poignant poem. The picture breaks the heart and is a disgrace to the face of humanity.
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Thank you. Indeed it is and what matters is that such atrocities never be allowed to be tolerated (or repeated).
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Yes definitely.
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Omg! I thought it was the sky with clouds over a wall. Never, never again!
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Yes to Never Again. For many, this was the last thing they saw. Not sky, though.
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