a right of passage
with a world of inequity
my litvak sisters
of the triangle shirt factory fire
my boot-maker undocumented grandfather
fleeing the czarist militarists
all shout at the border watchtower lights
nights of iron media fists
twist
in and out
of compromised human facades
abandoning their ancestral liberty
for the mantra of abandonment
we pick the cold sculptured stones
of immigrant stone masons
to weep with us
they did not listen then
we will not listen now
--- e b bortz
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