Nothingness
The world needs an alien invasion
By monstrous creatures from outer space
For us to know that, despite our differences
We’re all part of the human race
That whatever our upbringing or religion
Or language or color of skin
Our DNA is snipped from the self-same strip
We are one family. We are all kin …
“With no respect for life, we’ll demolish and kill
We’ll strike again and again and again
Till we get our way, till we impose our will
Only then will we rest – only then. ….
All must heed our injunction
Assassins will lead the way
We’ll impel indoctrinated practice
Insane ignorance will have its say
We’ll go on destroying and killing
We’ll strike over and over again
Till we blow up the planet and everything that’s in it
Only then will we cease … Only then”.
But then – dissipated, annihilated, defunct
It will finally be too late
A once-inhabited planet extinguished
No edifice left to hate
No more man-made hell on earth
Just vacuous, numbing peace
No consciousness, no living thing
No day begins; nor will it cease
And when knocked into nothingness
Our demise won’t scratch the sky
When our planet finally perishes
No angel will blink an eye
Will those who by their acceptance
Shroud evil with a religious name
Share the penalty for ending civilization
Evolved to protect and proclaim?
In the timeless stillness of no future or no past
Will these demons hang in shame?
Will these madmen be accountable?
These maniacs who were to blame?
But all spirit is regained and retained
And the aberration of each fanatic weighed
And for those whose delusions destroy life itself
An undreamed-of debt remains to be paid.
Charlotte Cohen
Dos Meidel Mein
Hob Ich gehat a Meidel eider
Varliebt in Ir beemes
Klein is zie geven
Dos meidel mein
Hot mir nischt gefunnen getlech
Hot ich geheiret mein lebenslieb
Und tief geswumen in lebensyam
Vie is dos glick in lebensgang
Oiskleiben zich der ander?
Mishtamen is bashert Got derfun
(The Girl of Mine
Did I have a girlfriend once
in Love with her truly
Slim was she this
Girl of mine
But she never found me wanted
Did I then wed my life’s love
And swam deeply in life’s sea
What gladness in the path of life
To select the very other
She must have been a choice of G-d!)
Maurice Skikne
Babies are not born with hate
Babies are not born with hate,
They crave not death; they seek just love.
We owe to them a better fate –
To teach them love’s from God above.
Whence comes the deadly stick and stone
Hurled with venom at some child?
With naked hatred some old crone
Glares through eyes cold-set and wild?
From stick and stone come knife and gun,
Life is short, sold all too cheap.
Long gone the squeals of youthful fun.
A dreadful crop the killers reap.
Vile man o’erturns the Lord’s design,
He sows the seeds of Devil’s spawn.
And out of Satan’s concubine,
A calamity of hate is born.
But, Lo, observe, our Lord’s awake,
He sees us His design curtail.
Oh, selfish beings – ’tis time to quake,
His anger seethes at Man’s betrayal.
The world deserves a better fate:
Babies are not born with hate.
Rodney Mazinter
