We felt at home in Shushan land
The king we thought our friend
And all the sinas Yisroel
We thought was on the mend
He said, “Come to my party!
I’ll serve you kosher there
And wine and drink according to
Your exact age and year
“And Mordechai will pour for you
And all will be just fine
Remember that some years ago?
(I think exactly nine)”
And since that party
Things seemed great
Our sister is now queen
What could have gone
So badly
That he’s turned so mean
I see the posters in the street
We have a year to live
All men, women and children
To Haman he will give
And when we want to leave our homes
They pelt us now with stones
The butchers raise their knives and laugh
“We’ll skin you to the bones!”
Our old friends have now turned on us
And Esther does not hear
What kind of sister do we have?
It seems she does not care
I hear she’s having parties
With Haman and the king
Where is her sense of loyalty?
Does that not mean a thing?
And Mordechai he blames us
For partying back then
He warned us not to join
“Heshamer lecha pen!”
I hear he did not bow or flinch
When Haman passed him by
A decree came but he tells us
That we’re the reason why
But this time we will listen
And though we wait in fear
He said that we will not partake
In a Seder this year
Instead he says we’re fasting
In fact for three days straight
I hope this is the answer
To our dreaded fate
We all gather tomorrow
A day of fast and prayer
I hope I’m still around to say
Mah Nishtanah next year…
I’ll finish off the story
And keep you all apprised
Same time and place next week
I hope you’ll be surprised
Reporting from Shushan Habirah,
Chaim Ba”shusha”shevkin
