Democracy may die in darkness,
but she is raped and tortured in broad daylight.

She is now on life support, her health care proxy
an evil man, determined to speed her demise.

We cannot hear the still, small voice, 
overwhelmed by the screaming silence,

we no longer know how to tell
who is an enemy, who a friend.

When do we mark our doorposts,
warding off the Angel of Death?

Do we say Shehecheyanu for once again
needing to flee from Pharaoh in the dark of night?



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