My mouth never shuts up.

It speaks words of love and creation,

Of Jerusalem’s scars,

Of homes passed over,

My mouth never shuts up.

It laps up the cool water by the Nile’s edge,

Of history and of silence,

Of genocide and of Jewish prayers,

My mouth should never shuts up.

It speaks loud on the ground of play,

Of cruelty and Semitic words,

Of denial and anti antique thoughts,

My mouth will never shut up.

It kisses the stone locked steps of the minyan,

It talks to turned backs and sing now hollow hymns,

It holds hands held closed as they gleam justifying smiles,

It walks to temple halls where remembrance echoes,

It yells at monuments built to names and six pointed stars,

It speaks of temples, and stars, and methods, and metaphors.

My mouth never shuts up.

It has set rooms in a roar and ignorance on the road.

© 2014 Jared "I.J" Steinberg. All Rights Reserved.

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