Falling Skies

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

The skies aren’t falling

About our ears

In a squall

Of rain,

Nor in white flakes

That slough off

Of clouds

Again.

 

These skies are falling,

Bit by bit,

In tears

Orphaned

By pain,

And lost in hollows

Fed by

Hate

That’s allowed to

Remain.

 

 

For Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt: Fall from the sky

 

 

Will The Baby Cry?

Photo prompt: © Roger Bultot

 

“Be there in a moment, Aaron,” Miriam herded her family toward the synagogue across the street.

“Mom!” Ben protested. She drags him outta’ bed, then stays outside herself?

“It’s urgent,” Miriam apologized, eyes already on her phone.

Seven-year-old Jacob glanced at his dad. “Will the baby cry?”

“You screamed like a stuck pig at your Bris,” Ben offered.

Jacob froze. “I’ll stay with Mom.”

“Ben!” their dad scolded.

Staccato bangs echoed. Loud screams.

“The baby?!” Jacob clung to his father’s hand.

“Down! All of you!” Aaron shoved Jacob behind a car and raced to the synagogue. “Shots fired! Call 911!”

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

The Vanishing Point

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

 

At the vanishing point

They have passed

To be gassed,

Leaving us

To a world

That forever now must,

Not forget

How the place

Of no return

Has been crossed,

And we none are

The same

For hate’s shadow’s

Been cast.

In the name of those

Vanished

Who shall not be forgot,

We can vow to hold hope,

And let compassion

Outlast.

 

 

 

For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Vanishing Point

 

Inoculate

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

It can spread.

It can blight.

It can seek a new host

To infect

With malaise.

But the ill

Need not creep

Onto me

Onto thy.

We can rise

Above rudeness.

Inoculate

Against hate.

We can choose to

Remain

Stubbornly

Humane.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Deplete Hate

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

Let us deplete

The harm

The hate

So more room’s left

To tolerate

The differences

We may create

As we attempt

To integrate

Beliefs well overdue

Update.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Static In The Air

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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.

For The Daily Post

No Vacancy

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Deny hate a room

In your heart

Anywhere.

Fill it instead

With soul truths:

The sweet breath

Of infants

Asleep against your chest.

Does not differentiate

Who is worthy of care.

Deny hate a room.

Allow compassion

Instead

To take hold

Everywhere.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Organize

 

 

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An Incoming Storm

 

 

Organize

To call hate by its name.

Mobilize

To tamp it with the fact:

That we all are equal

All human

All the same.

 

Organize

To nip the flames of violence

By speaking up

For truth.

Assemble

Not in fire

But in numbers

Old and youth.

 

Organize

To let terror have no place

It has no valid

Salute.

Marshal

Not guns or clubs

But tolerance

It is the only nationality

The one acceptable

Route.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post