child of an anti-war activist in Palestine
Weep like a Palestinian,
as the bombs rain down
and the structure crumbles.
Weep like the small child
sitting beside his wounded mother,
his two years having been spent in terror,
knowing no safe place,
all life in peril.
Weep for the displaced and the hated
who, when they find a homeland,
hate and displace their neighbors, in turn.
Weep because Otherness is all that is seen,
and not our shared humanity,
our shared longing for peace,
Weep, for the turning of the centuries,
hate upon hate,war upon war,
as humans, unawakened,
come from fear and hate and power,
and never seem to find another way
to live on this land together.
Weep, because this earth was given to us
as a gift, to live on in harmony,
nature and every living creature,
and look what humanity has wrought:
a fallen, clamoring, toxic, warring Eden.
Weep for the angels that fall
from the sky in planes,
in a world where geniuses
discovered how to fly,
then other minds
devised their deadly rockets.
Weep for the beauty of this world,
for hearts yearning for peace
in the midst of war,
and for the proven folly
of ever thinking
anything but further hatred
can ever be won
wherever God lives,
He must be weeping too,
at the slaughtering of his children
of every color, race and faith.