Some Days In April (Randyjw; March 23, 2023)
Always especially hard on us during that particular holiday
the scent of my blood drawing hell hounds to bay
a circle of afflictions they want to throw my way
“That’s the way them people are,” she says, as she films me moving away
“Their children are all smiling,” he says,
as seen from the bus on a synagogue Saturday;
They want to throw me in the water as una cuerpa, to decay
I’m not blameless, or perfect, so, of course, my protestations have no say
Maybe I’ll have to go soon to my grave
ceding the fight to my friends and my enemies made
Maybe music and love will win the day if all can see through the deep rosy shades
I hope you’re right, but the social divides are what started this whole charade
Should I stop? I think not… I’ll just fight for my people, anyway,
Cuz even if you were as sinless as the perfect man, they would demand the Jew’s life, anyway