Who are these people and how can they be
so self-absorbed to the point of oblivion to the
presence of others around them, so enthralled
by themselves yet lacking self-awareness?
They who monopolize the very air we all must
breathe, the public space we all move about in
their emotions a deep well of their advantage and
conceit of being there, doing that, an engagement of
self within a surrounding meant exclusively for
their exploitation. Their self-adoration is both
subliminal and visceral, no second thoughts
no apprehensions, no inclination to self diagnose.
A destination chosen as a signal of inclusion
and sorrow but a facade for the scant few for
whom the occasion is a feint; look at me, I was
there; not in pain and remembrance mourning the
dead and the monstrous singular event of mass
annihilation but a theatrical setting of rare scarcity
for a languorous pose of casual adventurism to
be shared among the latte-favouring cliques of
today for whom their freedom as Jews in greater
society followed the sacrifice of innocent lives
their elders believed would settle, once and for all
the age-old question What makes a Jew a Jew?
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