There is a shadow
Of the darkest shade,
Lurking in every corner
Infects my dreams,
Wails from the souls
Sitting shiva with the mourner
This is our lives
Since that Day in October,
And every day after
When instead of consolation
Or condolences,
We heard screams and laughter
Do you know who am I?
What I think?
Or give a damn?
Would you remember my name?
Mock and ignore me?
And feel no shame?
Does my existence bore you?
Annoy you?
Oh, you prefer the silent Jew?
Then you best prepare,
For volume
And judgment
One thing you’ll never grasp,
Our collective soul and
Our strength feeds off your hate
Have you noticed your reflections?
Not what you expected?
I’m just asking questions
So continue on your quest,
It’s haunted by ghosts,
Ghosts of indifference
