Kedoshei Adar

Jew

Jew

Being a dirty Jew

Is all that mattered.

 

A young mother

Ambushed in her bedroom

A young father

Sliced as he slept.

 

Peace

Peace

All they talk about is

To make peace.

They agitate about the poor Palestinians

A nation

Which never existed

A ragtag band of

Murderers.

They need a state

A launching pad

For terror

Murder

Mayhem.

 

Give them land

Money

Weapons

Diplomats.

 

They will respond with

Responsibility

Civility

As human beings.

 

How many times

Will this happen

Before we learn

Our lesson.

 

The world doesn’t care.

They just don’t care.

They don’t even make believe

that they care

About us.

 

They wish

We would

Go

Away.

 

Wither

Shrivel up

Dry out

Die

 

All across

Arab lands

People are dying

For freedom.

 

America is

Silent.

 

The world’s leader

The beacon

Of freedom

Of democracy

 

Doesn’t lift a finger

To help

Arabs desperate for

Freedom.

 

She is only

Concerned with the Palestinians

A fictitious group

Who never had a land

A leader

A country.

 

Terror is their weapon

Language

Power

The reason anyone pays attention to them.

 

The month

Of

joy

Turns

to

sadness.

 

Mourning

replaces

masquerading.

 

Korbanot hashalom

Evicted from

Gaza

For peace.

 

Found refuge

In

Ariel.

 

Itamar beckoned

Udi to teach

In the yeshiva,

Ruti cared

For the

Children.

 

With simplicity

Kindness, charity,

And deep bitachon.

 

They believed

They would

Bring

Moshiach.

 

It wasn’t

Meant to be.

 

Their children

Will carry on

The dream

The mission

The ambition.

 

Mysterious

Are

Thy ways

Hashem.

 

The wait

Is

Unbearable.

The pain is

Crippling.

 

The cries

And

Sobs

Melt battle-hardened hearts

 

How much pain

Can one people

Bear?

 

How much

Suffering

Is

Enough?

 

Hashiveini

ve’ashuvah

 

Al hageulah

Ve’al hatemurah

Re’u mah bein beni

Lebein chomi.

 

Yado sholach

Bekedoshei Eil

Nilbash sack

Nikshor mispeid

Tzom ubechi.

 

Chevron Yeshiva

Netanya Hotel at the seder

The 12 bus

The 841 bus

Too many buses to count

 

Merkaz Harav bochurim

Naharia school children

Sbarro

Ben Yehudah

Yaffo

 

Dr. Appelbaum

Hillel Café

Entebbe

Sderot

Rechov Shmuel Hanovi

 

When will it end?

 

Mitzom ubechi

Lesimcha vesasson

Miyagon lesimcha

Mei’eivel Leyom tov

 

Wordsmiths

Tongue-tied.

 

Holocaust survivors

Who thought it was

Finally in the past,

Reliving horrors

Flashbacks.

 

Hitler killed

One and a half million children

One

Another one

Another one.

 

The world stood by

Silent

 

“Never again”

They said

They swore

 

Once again

Here they go again

Slaughtering babies

 

Then it was

Amaleik.

Now its

Yishmoel.

 

A hesped by a chief rabbi

Dragged in a sack into Buchenwald

At age seven

Hidden by his brother.

 

He survived

So will the young orphans

So will we

So will Am Yisroel.

 

They kill

Destroy

Maim

 

We build

 

We are

ahuvim

berurim

giborim

kedoshim

 

Vehu yoilicheinu komemiyus

Le’artzeinu