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“God doesn’t throw dice,”* Rabbi answered when asked why and why again. So many questions So few answers Why…the Romans, the Greeks, the Syrians Why and why again Why…the Egyptians the Inquisition, the Germans The world against us ‘Why’? What to say the Rabbi thought To bring a little peace A little peace at [...] Shadows follow me, from graves at the farm In Uzbekistan to the snow covered soil of Germany And the sun dried deserts of Arizona. The cossack sits on the tractor that turns the plow Turns the earth over and over Turning… The bones of my dead baby boy… The bones of my dead parents… [...] He was part pirate Benny, Sara, Nusha Part protector, all black marketeer Observant, deceptive, courageous And in this life, he might have been A CIA agent, a CEO, or Sean Connery In Gold Finger But it was then, and that was that Choices none, so… He wooed them – Nusha and Raia With potatoes [...] Speak them loud intentionally With heart, with soul, with tears Attached… Write them in notebooks Carve them in a tree Lovingly… Joyfully with fingers in the sand Declaring… Say them in languages at the equator At the Antarctic South and north, east and west But say what you mean And mean what you say Tell [...] |
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