A note on love
No Room at All
How could I love her
And not love our kind?
How could I think
To put them out of mind;
The SOB's
Who cheated me last week at the market place,
The stinking rapper shouting in my face,
The righteous sinners, temples air conditioned year around,
Who proudly pray on holy ground?
How could I love and call my feeling true?
How could I love her, friend,
And not love you?
I'll have to show my passport at deaths border post;
They'll ask the same things that they ask of most,
How things are 'cross the line,
What folks are doing now to pass the time,
And would I go back if I had the chance?
It doesn't take a warning glance;
They want to know if now's the day
To press a button, make it go away.
Just how much hatred must they hear to make that so?
I vote for love, I do not want to know.
The Bible got it wrong, I'm told,
The story edited before it had got old:
Sodom was not a nice place to live,
But Abraham bet God to give
Them another chance if he could find
Ten refugees with something kind to say
About the bastards who chased them all away.
The Dead Sea is the lowest place on Earth.
For what that's worth.
Now I don't know
If thirty six is going to do the job.
If I was one, I wasn't worth it, that's for sure,
But no one said a lammed vavnik* has to be all that pure;
He might just have to love the human race,
Not flinch from looking all its faults right in the face,
And if I loved her should I not as well
Love people only love could keep from Hell?
It seems to me of late,
That leaves no room at all for hate.
[author, myself] 2010 revision of a 2002 verse
*36er; Jewish tradition, one of 36 unknown righteous for whose virtue God permits the world to continue to exist.
