At a camp, by the bonfire
From all our hearts and worlds’ desire
We come here
From far and near
From the land of kangaroos
to the country of moose

But, there’s one thing that binds us together.
It’s LOVE.

Love of our people,
love of our soul
love of those who are strong and bold
Love of those I swear by this poem
Love of those who help us call here
A home away from home.

You see, what we wanted to do,
And, what we have done.
Wanted to create an inclusive space,
Now we are segregating, holding them to the gun.

We call ourselves evolved,
We call ourselves free.
But, what good is this freedom for,
When we can’t respect the diversity tree.

How did we come so far?
We found more ways to separate than join.
Blaming religion, money, orientation and race,
We are driven solely by the coin.

Church, synagogue, mosque or temple,
The choice was made for us.
Discrimination today is everywhere and ample,
And, we wonder what’s with all the fuss?

Better life is that of a pigeon[1]
Who doesn’t worry about where to belong.
Sits one day by a priest’s kitchen.
Chirping next day the Havah Nagila song.

Hope the day is not far when
At the peace table, we all sit together and eat
Including every one — black, white, men and women,
Let go of the darkness, inequality and defeat.

Let go of the darkness, inequality and defeat.

[1] This analogy of a bird is inspired by a old Punjabi folk song sung by Wadali brothers: https://play.spotify.com/track/7ERu9UmixhMfO56ylCj5Bk