No matter that our sun rises
On barbed wire and concrete walls
No matter that our sun rose
On Aushwitz gates and burnished names
No matter that our religion equals
identity at checkpoints
No matter that our religion equaled
identity at Borders
No matter that in seventy years of settlements
Home has disappeared
No matter that for hundreds before the seventy
Home was just a word
No matter that my grandfather
was shot in Jerusalem
No matter that my grandmother
never reached Jerusalem
No matter that raining bullets
don't pick sides
No matter that all our wounded
bleed red bright
Because,
No matter what we've lost
You and I are the same.