Rains of Allepo stain the sidewalks of New York with blood and tears
as something ancient strides into view, judgement dripping from its
pursed lips, narrowed eyes, and that slow superior swagger.
It has a weapon
and an agenda.
Old trees shudder upon the hillsides.
I stand, wrapped in privilege, safe,
with these scarred hands, this shattered voice,
these sky blue eyes streaming tears.
We have come so far, this war-born generation,
to step aside now, to shrug and let go.
Fifty years of work must not be swept away.
Good men and women will be required to stand up,
speak up, speak out, walk out, step out, take the risks,
bear upon our backs those who most need protecting.
You know the scripture:"Love one another!"
History has its eyes on you.