By the time we get to DC
Only 5,000 people remain
Most of them brown
Most of them Palestinian
Protesting the Israeli occupation and
Senseless killing of women and children
Seventy four years is a lifetime
To train violence into your system
So you can fall asleep to the blasted sounds of
Buildings falling
People dying
Behind your eyes a bright light
Always shining
And you pretending the caterwauling of horror
Is but the sea calling
God is the sea that comes and goes
Willy nilly while human beings
Exchange places with numbers
Beyond the long shadow of death
Encompassing the world
There is silence
Where there should be weeping
Accord where there should be protest
Antipathy where there should be a great outpouring—
Of what?
Of love for what 74 years has wrought
For the cancerous cells that do not die
The eyes that do not close
The evil that does not cease
The mouth that never stops competing
With the cry of sirens and bombs
We have told ourselves is
But the sea calling.