This is a testament to hate
You have dragged me yelling and screaming
Knocked me down with hollow headed bullets
And spit me out upon your dark web
But I am still here
You cannot kill me
Even when I am dead
And splintered on the floor
My 2-year-old body
My 54-year-old body
My 97-year-old body
My weeping family and friends
Will know who I was
And remember me after I am lowered into the ground
You cannot kill me
We have seen you before
In our ancient lands
In Spain, Portugal, and England
In Germany, Poland, and Ukraine
In Egypt, Iraq, Yemen, Libya, and Tunisia
We have seen you and know
How evil you are with your cool countenance
And measured words
But this is a testament to hate
This is the one where you will have
Your head filled with the faces of those
Too old to fight back
Fighting back
On another battlefield
Fighting back
In your dreams
Fighting back
In your hell
And your weapons of hate will be mollified
Leaving you exposed and weak
Let’s just cut to the chase
Cut to the part where you will weep
Where you will try to fool your cellmate
With your good intent as he shoves a shiv
Right down the middle
Koufax would have skipped Yom Kippur
To see that one
But this is a testament to hate
A testament to my hate
For knowing nothing
For knowing all
Without a textbook
Or an internet article or a meme
Without another UN Sanction
Or a BDS march on a Berkley campus
A march in London, Paris, or Charlotte
Just a clear testament with its roots in the past
That will not be allowed to grow
Without a fight.
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