I Stand With Humanity.
Not jingoistic vanity.
I stand with self-determination,
Not a flag, nor song, nor any nation.
I stand with dignity, life and love,
Not some messianic fiction of superiority,
Obtained from above.
I stand with equality,
Either real or aspirational;
With the value of each life,
Being, by existence, inspirational.
I stand with Rabbi Hillel,
Who knew well, that, to be human,
When others were not,
Would point the way through hell.
I stand with the souls of Babi Yar,
Bucha, Hiroshima & Dachau;
And all the hostages of terror —
Jews, Ukrainians, and One Million
Children of Gaza, pleading,
“Where is humanity, if not now?”
I stand with lovers and mothers
Crushed by the death of babies, and others,
Who could not escape the wickedness of hate,
Nor be rescued by the safe room of their love.
I ask to be heard in the Shema,
Thinking always of Babi Yar, Babi Yar,
Never, never, very far;
Buried by the same earth
Which gives each of us birth.
I stand against terror and slaughter
Of your son, my daughter;
And of intentional starvation
Or any crime against the innocents of any nation
Born to a land they cannot leave,
In a world unable to grieve
The sheer magnitude of such a loss of life,
Or, of our own consciences.
I stand with the belief
That I am no different than you,
Muslim, Christian, Hindu, Jew,
And that shrapnel screaming down
From any sky, scalding flesh, gouging eyes,
Turns any prayers for one side, into lies.
I stand with those who are different,
And those who are despised;
I stand with the outcast,
And others vilified, as somehow, less than human —
As if animals would ever slaughter their own,
As maniacally, methodically as we do.
I stand with other humans,
Regardless of their faith,
Or color, or gender,
Or country of their birth.
I Stand For Humanity,
And a return to sanity,
Before a mass grave for
The one million children of Palestine,
Matches the memorial of yours, and mine,
With one million twinkling lights at Yad Vashem,
Reminding us of the ghastly eternal price of,
Us vs. them.