Testament To Hate

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.