My Great Grandfather and namesake, along with his siblings, was forced to leave his home in Ukraine on a day’s notice in order to escape religious persecution. He would never see his parents again. Eventually, he came to America (as an immigrant) and started a family, as well as a successful business in Buffalo, New York.
I fled home
as a chorus of God’s wrath rumbled closer,
bellowing their hymn of fissured families
became rhythmic migration.
I longed for a breath of freedom
beneath the light of a golden lamp.
It is here,
where the refuse take refuge,
that my symphony
To initiate social change.