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Is There A Moment

By Fred Rothzeid

Is there a moment

Somewhere past the fulcrum

A tipping point

Where decency is lost in the balance

Where words move us against our will

To make sport of misery

To accept degradation

To lose our sense of shame

Where choice becomes not choice

But acquiescence

To follow without question

To continue in the same direction

Where we knowingly fail

To see beyond the haze

To hear above the din

To touch the pain within our soul

We have seen such moments

Where those who know say nothing

Where those who can do nothing

Where those who remain try to heal and rebuild

From the wreckage and the guilt of those moments

Mon, April 22 2024 14 Nisan 5784