Avi Shamir

I See Black

I look around me and I see black –
It is not the complexion of people’s skin,
But the dark paradox of sacred sin.
It’s the specter that tears us all apart,
The human stain on a stone-cold heart.

It’s the fog of the times we live in,
The poison in the air we breathe in
The leader so many ostracize
The sly look behind his lies
The true color of the devil in disguise

I look ahead of me and I see black –
It is not crude oil come gushing out of the ground,
But the raggedy poor everywhere to be found
The enlightened resisted by irrational fright
Of the ignorant who dare not see the light

It’s the phantom army of the Maccabees
Playing Greater Israel wannabees,
The right and the righteous gone way out of hand
Aiming to rebuild Sanhedrin on hallowed sand
And turn the Gemora into the law of the land

I look behind me and I see black –
It’s not the black costume of the Haredi community
But the weird obedience of their blinded unity
It’s the ambush they hold in store for us non-believers
As they take our money like eager beavers

It’s the ghetto mentality imposing its will on the masses,
Turning the majority into a flock of dumb asses,
Democratically electing neo-fascist goons,
Acting like tough guys in western saloons,
Fouling our nation and leaving it in ruins.

I close my eyes, and I see blue and white,
A dove in flight in a cloudless sky,
A burst of sunlight from way up high
A dreaming Herzl once said let’s give it a try,
Our flag now sadly waving goodbye.

I open my eyes, and I see black.

About the Author
Avi Shamir is a freelance writer, editor, translator and the author of "Saving the Game," a novel about baseball. A Brooklyn College graduate with a BA in English, Avi has contributed to the Jerusalem Post, The Nation, Israel Scene, In English and The World Zionist Press Service.
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