Do I express my rage 
When I write it on the page
Or let mindfulness gently touch 
The thing my heart hates so much 
Don’t let me ever turn out to be 
A duplicate of that kind of history 
Because it stars wars 
And closes doors 
In people’s faces
It’s like wanton disgraces
And I don’t know how to say 
I want to see it go a different way 
And Gaza burns 
People in tents and the water churns 
And radiates a spasm 
Is there a great chasm 
That will swallow us all 
I hear them call from down the hall 
And I grasp a hand 
But I’m too far away and I don’t understand 
What I need to do 
To pull you up from where you are 
Somewhere there is a star 
Shining over you, child 
You’re more than the faxes they’ve filed 
Away from another day 
This one is not getting away