When Pittsburgh wept, I wept, for they were me;
If I had lived there, there I would have been.
Their pain was mine; I felt it on my skin
The phantom pain that dogs an amputee.
I grew up singing them: "Etz chaim hi"
Is how our children's services begin
Or end. All those who sing it are akin
Holding fast to that same holy tree.
I weep no less with Christchurch. Where we pray
No matter who we pray to, should be safe:
Should be a refuge from the world outside.
Their pain is mine, though half that world away.
This kind of violence is always treyf
Always haram, always a fratricide.
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