The Rabbi Walked Out
I want to call it Thursday
Penultimate weekday
Some extra breathing
Room for action
‘Til the weekend mind take over
Issues realized
The work week
The weekend
Take the children from the factory
It’s taken ages,
And we still have a ways to go
For these
With older evils—slavery,
Sex work
The companies that say
You do not matter
We will use you ‘til you’re done
And then some more
Then forget you were ever here
We’re civilized, we say
But it’s a rounded apex
On a shifting base
Where evils
Slide like scorpions
Ancient riddles
We have left unanswered
While those of us who could
Have climbed
Set flags
And hope that they will stand
Until we’re gone
For the rest who stay
One generation to the other
Today should be the day
We stay for freedom
Fight
Start a resistance
Ask for help
Steal the technology for reaching
Count the cost
Each one has value
Lose until we’ve won
C L Couch
(the Rabbi mystery series by Harry Kemelman)
Photo by Marie Bellando-Mitjans on Unsplash
Jewish Museum, Berlin, Germany
https://www.jmberlin.de/en/shalekhet-fallen-leaves
August 13, 2020 at 6:31 pm
As time moves on, hope lives on, for a brighter future.
August 13, 2020 at 8:05 pm
I don’t have any answers for this, Christopher. But I think we are getting a little better. Bit by tiny bit. I think.
August 14, 2020 at 7:33 pm
As long as there’s a need for hands, souls, to keep the wheels of commerce turning, we’ll carry on using and discarding human life. Getting better? We shunt the nastiest aspects off to another continent so we can wash our hands clean. Lady Macbeth knew something about that and how it doesn’t work. Not for those with any humanity anyway.
August 16, 2020 at 10:22 am
i gathered the wisdom and the hope in your words, brother. i am in awe on how honest your poems are, too.