Before the idol
The human visage is decreased, Crushed, humiliated Before the sun-god in the east, An Aztec tower of skulls, The charcoal sati, So too the faiths That with sticky amity Exaggerate forgiveness Of every sin and crime, Consigning the man’s spirit To weakness and grime Unable to see That he is powerful and free. When we take each step With integrity, And we fear the toxic wind, Our will is strong And we conquer coral islands, Oblique and oblong. Awake and tough, Not interested in favors, Dispensations, Hastily contrived waivers, But principles, pillars, Not dismayed by a dried-out Pool, a savage rifle, We seek the rain beyond drought.
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Yaacov David Shulman
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