Reporting Live from Shushan

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