Unspeakable

Imagine a Bashevkin

The poet cannot write

Because the subject matter

Indeed, is dark as night

 

The utter sense of repulsion

Of news that we may hear

Reminds us why Hashem

Put plugs for our ear

 

Tales from men in power

That make our stomachs churn

Disgusting words and acts they are

Some people never learn

 

They think they are enlightened

And way above the scope

And yet no words I find for them

I’m lost and will not grope

 

How dare the world demand from us

Their standards of morality

How dare they mock our chastity

With the snide leer of banality

 

How dare they scorn the standard

We chose to self-impose

The sanctity and holiness

Of this great life we chose

 

The safeguards of our Torah

Which save our souls from sin

The symbols of a nation

That rises ‘bove the din

 

The noise and clamor

Of the street

That cover all the news

Will never touch the soul of us

Shulchan Aruch Jews

 

And when I say the brocha

Shelo asani goy

 And think of those

Who are like them

I sigh a muffled, “Oy”

 

And proud I am in every way

A Shulchan Aruch Jew

 Not only that it’s Hashem’s will

It is good business too!