The shofar sounded months ago
In many different ways
That shook the leisure and the ease
Of lazy summer days
The kidnapping of angels
We prayed that they’d come home
But what we got were missiles
And faith in Iron Dome
The tragedy of tzarah
And when it comes your way
Is when the tzarah
Is your life
Occurring every day
And Tehillim it gets weaker
As if it’s just old news
We slowly get immune to hear
The pain of other Jews
And all across old Europe
Where anti-Semites rule
Yidden are now badgered
Harassed and burnt so cruel
Jewish stores are looted
And schools are filled with fear
A summer when we asked in dread
When will it happen here
And in sunny Miami
A haven for our old
Suddenly the warmth we know
Left us
In chilling cold
A Yid cold-blooded murdered
And not one clue in sight
Has Elul’s fear
Of judgment day
Turned bright days into night?
A week spent searching together
For a bochur who was lost
A diamond gone forever
Perished among the trees of Yerushalayim
Oy lonu ki chatanu
Yes, Elul has come early
The shofar gave its blast
Its call began two months ago
Its piercing cry does last
But will the din of tragedy
Just become some background noise
That somehow we will just ignore
With all our foolish toys?
I pray these tzaros end now
And all thought lost is found
The shofar in our shul each day
The only piercing sound
