Raindrops fall upon my roof—
Just raindrops falling, just raindrops.
Nearly five-thousand miles away,
Bombs are falling in Ukraine—bombs.
Tears fall from my eyes—
Just tears falling, just tears.
Over a century ago, my relatives
Left Ukraine for America—a century ago.
They left to escape persecution,
Because they were Jews.
Now, Ukrainians are being killed
Because they are Ukrainians.
Rain falls on my roof. Bombs fall in Ukraine.
Tears fall. Night falls. Dictatorships fall. Empires fall.
We are falling. How far must we fall
Before we raise our voices in unison
And cry out for Peace—the only thing
That can catch us?
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