The Bubble Burst

The bubble burst, loud
And fast, hard and angry,

Right in my face, exactly when
I did not expect it.

What a Jewy-cushy life I’ve had!
When a kid, some hassles, some

Name calling, an occasional shove,
My cap removed once to examine

My absent horns.  So a bit of
Humiliation, and some noted that I was

Outside the normal circles — no
Winter tree decorating invites.

But then too some begrudged respect
For hangin’ in aligned, with the

Pity a father returned from that war
Demanded of the kid, due to the European 

Horror.  But that, as they say, was then,
And now, as we say, is now

I’ve not myself been insulted, nor
Attacked, nor even in concrete fear,

I’ve had a well-insulated life.  But I
Shiver with anticipation.  How long

Will the insulation weather the
Now so heated world?

My bubble has burst.
We teeter, friends, we all teeter
And the oldest hatred enflames
Too many with too much
Passion.
But while I shiver, I’ll not despair,
For by whom shall the families of
The earth be blessed?
Father Avram, let us keep faith.
Am Yisrael Chai.