With forces crying heresy
That all sounds awfully Greek
We hear of men in yarmulkas
Such language they do speak
And children go to places
We thought offered protection
Only to come back so wronged
Results of dereliction
Oy! Do we need the Maccabim
Their brave and fearless cry
To hold the banner of Hashem
“Mi laHashem eilai!”
In golus we once thought was safe
To harbor us at last
The walls that once protected us
Seem to crumble fast!
The Hellenists are rising
They tempt us all to join
With promises of liberty
Our values to purloin
Oy! For drops of oil
To find a few so pure
To light them and see miracles
Is what we all wait for
Where are those drops?
I ask of you
The ones that remained pure
Hidden from the Grecian schemes
Of temptation and lure
Those drops remain
Unblemished
In Torah’s study halls
Their glow remains eternal
Between those sacred walls
And all the plots
Against those drops
And threats of great turmoil
The One Above
With His great love
Will surely always foil
For they shall rise
On the demise
Of all who wish to spoil
The great bright light
Dispelling night
From sacred drops of oil
