photo by Markus Spiske for unsplash
Walking from the temple
to the parking lot after
Yom Kippur morning services,
I pass a sun-drenched fence,
a bright red flower blooming on it.
But when I get closer,
I can see it’s not a flower
but an ugly swastika that
someone has drawn with red paint
to remind us of our faith
on the holiest day of the year.
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Very powerful poem.