This poem is from a lovely poster with a Passover theme published by the Northland Poster Collective www.northlandposter.com .The picture, by Ricardo Levins Morales, is of an exodus of people crossing the Red Sea, which in the picture turns into a seder table.
THIS TIME
Aurora Levins Morales
They say that other country over there,
dim blue in the twilight,
farther than the orange stars exploding over our roofs,
is called peace,
but who can find the way?
This time we cannot cross until we carry each other.
All of us refugees, all of us prophets.
No more taking tuns on history's wheel,
Trying to collect old debts no one can pay.
The sea will not open that way.
This time that country is what we promise each other,
Our rage pressed cheek to cheek until tears flood the space between,
Until there are no enemies left,
Because this time no one will be left to drown and all of us must be chosen.
This time it's all of us or none.
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