we speak the same language
or different ones
it doesn’t matter
we eat the same foods
or maybe not
also irrelevant
we lead distinctly different lives
forget all that
stare across the fence
at the booming mecca on one side
or at the wasteland on the other
why is there a fence, brother?
why do you keep your brothers out?
we walk under the same sun
relevant.
children of adonai
or allah
or nobody
but you are still brothers
don’t let that pass you by
while you strip search any brother
wearing a magen david
or a keffiyeh
you’re all brothers
all family
under the same damn sun
let it hang in the air
with the bullets and the rockets
let it hang
in the back
of your mind
at all
times