Reflections on the Conflict

we speak the same language or different ones it doesn’t matter we eat the same foods or maybe not also irrelevant we lead distinctly different lives forget all that stare across the fence at the booming mecca on one side or at the wasteland on the other why is there a fence, brother? why do you keep your brothers out? we walk under the same sun relevant. children of adonai or allah or nobody but you are still brothers don’t let that pass you by while you strip search any brother wearing a magen david or a keffiyeh you’re all brothers all family under the same damn sun let it hang in the air with the bullets and the rockets let it hang in the back of your mind at all times