Poem for the Kansas Shootings
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April 13, 2014
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Then came the ox
who drank the tears
that fell from the eyes
that saw the slain
who fell from the bullets
shot from the gun
held by the hands
raised by the man
who stoked the hate
that fed the fire
that burned his soul
and theirs
and yours
and mine
and dayenu.
This Passover, may God
finally
give us the strength
to pray, to organize, to act, until
Chad Gadya
is just some
dumb old
song.
Editor’s Note: This poem was written in response to breaking news of the April 13 shootings in Kansas City. You can read about the news in the Forward: “Gunman Spewing Nazi Hate Kills 3 at Jews Sites Outside Kansas City, Singled Out Jews for Death in Overland Park.”
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