We cannot forget this day

We must never forget
This day, or the others, the ones where Jews ran for cover
The sound of gunshot ringing in their ears.
We must never forget that words do matter
That idle trash talk resonates in hollow hearts
Propelling them towards synagogues, armed with guns,
Towards borders with artillery and bombs.
Yet, we forget, and move on towards the
Next massacre, the next war, as if the next
Is just another day at work, a next that will
Never be for the Jews who ran for cover
But never made it.
We cannot, we must not forget.