I joined a group of about 20 menschy folks from my synagogue as part of the #wearorange march across the Golden Gate Bridge, protesting against gun violence. This is the poem that it inspired.
It is good to march.
To keep your spirit charged.
And so here we are.
We pursuers of peace
with our souls on fire
for the kinder world we desire.
A sea of orange drifting
across our Golden Gate
against violence and hate.
A passionate parade of protesting people
gliding across the bay
the glorification of guns.
Chanting clad in electric orange
men, women and children
who fight and who mourn
for those lost too soon
to this culture of death.
We spring into action
in their memory.
We are the voices longing to be free
to live in a world of peace.
No longer shall we remain silent
when it comes to the tragedy
of gun violence.
Surrounded by moms and mensches,
igniting our souls,
raising our consciousness
towards holy goals.
Bicycles and tourists we dodge.
10,000 holy steps towards a good cause.
Returning the greetings of friendly cars
whose horns ring out as if to say,
“May your message go far
and may change come today.”
Five golden miles
across county lines
we flowed with peaceful smiles,
praying for change
with every step.
We march through the fog and cold,
declaring a single life is superior to all the gold
cashed in from all the guns ever sold.
The bridge is ignited
fluorescent by our collective light
urging our government to do what is right,
as we refuse to give up the fight
for a better world.
Marching towards that day
when a weapon is no longer what humanity needs
and we shall all live in peace.
Soon. God willing. Soon.
Until that day good hearts
must step up to lead
this nation to be sensible about guns
instead of giving in to fear and greed.