Sometimes when I feel that a good article can no longer express the angst in my Jewish soul, I turn to poetry. This is such a time.
Oh Land of my Fathers, lovely
land of freedom,
Where has thou gone?
To a New Middle East, across a sea of fog,
Deep into the fantasy world of Beilin & Peres.
Oh love of my fathers, hope of my people,
What has become of your promise of Zion?
Wye do you wander drunk and sick?
Why Bibi Wye?
What has become of thee?
I see no more a land of freedom, love and
I see no more the hope and prayer of the Jew.
I see a monster, a demented monster.
Tell me oh beast, oh mighty beast of prey,
How many dirty deals did you make with our enemies today?
How many Jewish villages did you put in harms way?
How many peaceful demonstrators did you crush and still?
How many Jewish prayers for Eretz Yisrael did you wreck and bury?
And tell me, how many children will die at the
hands of the murderers you have set free today?
Tell me the truth, oh beast, oh mighty beast of prey.
Oh demented monster, Wye did you come?
When will you go?
You'll go when the settlers are all gone.
You'll go when religious Jews are no longer in your way.
You'll go when all Zionists have forsaken Zion.
You'll go when They are all dead.
Oh beast, oh mighty beast of prey.
It is We, the people of Israel, who are They.