Gunshy

by: Marcy Rosenbaum
for Irene and Milt


You know what they say about the only thing to fear
the more you hold on to it nothing else gets near
I might not be here tomorrow, so I’ll let go for today
We might not be here tomorrow

I’ve built this wall around me,
but you’ve tunneled your way in
I still feel conflicted, holding onto my Berlin
And I long for the union of opposing forces
Left my packed bags at the airport,
seeking truth in other sources

You know what they say about the only thing to fear
the more you hold on to it nothing else gets near
I might not be here tomorrow, so I’ll let go for today
We might not be here tomorrow

This is my Palestine, this is my apartheid
I lack the proper papers to follow you to the other side
And my borders makes me angry, history makes me sad
Wondering already about the times we could have had

You know what they say about the only thing to fear
the more you hold on to it nothing else gets near
I might not be here tomorrow, so I’ll let go for today
We might not be here tomorrow

I knew that this was coming, but I couldn’t stop the tide
Digging in my boot heels, holding on to my pride
This is my Katrina, my Iowa River flood
I stacked sandbags of resistance just to wash away in mud
Now I am stranded on my rooftop watching torrid waters flow
Hoping for a rescue

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