Kibbutz

We cave men, for our arrogance to conquer fire and stone

For all of our audacity from on our mighty throne

For all our dreaming foolishness and all the ways we’ve grown

Have hope, if there is hope, in this: we stand as one, alone.

The villain and the hero too, regardless who’s to blame

The strong, the weak, the privileged few, the wild and the tame

The child and parent, fool and sage, the healthy and the lame

Are held together, if so held, because they are the same.

Wherever we see strangers from a strange and distant land

Wherever we make walls or flags or draw lines in the sand

Wherever we build borders, by our words or by our hand

We must make, if we can make it, brotherhood our one demand.

If there is a world to save, it is a world we share

If there is a single grave we all are buried there

If there is any sorrow it’s a sorrow we all bear

And if not now than when and who, and if not here then where?

#2016