This
Is for the Zionists.
for a people exiled from their land
Time after time after time
their
crime was their ethnicity
and so their history as a people has been filled with blood
With blood and with tyranny,
as nations and invading armies uprooted them, looted their homes,
took away the songs of their culture, ravished their wives and daughters,
enslaved and depraved them
Slaughtered and tortured, they still marched forward, they still marched forward.
Rejected and detested in every land they entered, they still marched forward, they still marched forward.
This
Is for the Zionists.
For the
fight still in them
like their Macabeean ancestors
we honor every winter
light candles and remember
how they stood tall against the invading Greek armies
and in this we endeavor to be brave just like them.
And fight when
the long dark days of evil creep up
and Persian Hamans threaten us once more
Purim’s story remains relevant.
See today the bomb is being prepared
and eloquent
speeches from Western governments speak softly
of appeasement
while we
beg them to instead be brave and save the lives of innocents.
But in a sense, its evident
that things don’t get done unless the powers that be have incentive
So this, we will give them.
In this, We send them our creed and our mission.
A declaration of freedom.
We compel them
to stand for the very things they claim to represent;
Put emphasis on liberty, cause fecklessness is not an option.
Its easy to get downtrodden when a crazy theocratic government
spews toxin and hate. Generates evil among the people, legislates anti-Semitic laws, agitates other governments,
engages in and harbors terror overseas, its far too easy to get bothered by these.
But this is a celebration…
Cause no matter the beatings, the lynchings, the slanders and the lies
the chambers of gas choking the shaven women as they cried
the numbers sketched on arms, the place where Anne Frank did hide,
No matter the number of Jews who were vanquished and who died,
This is Zion’s pride, and we do not apologize.
That in spite of their land stolen from them and conquered, they still marched forward, they still march forward.
With eyes turned towards Jerusalem, their eternal capital before them, they still march forward, they still march forward.
Towards the dawn,
the
advent of their civilization,
the
place where they began,
where the soil matches the dust of their skin
and you can
hear the ground sing of their triumph,
towards an oasis where the pigmentation of the people matches the colors of the rainbow. Where the
rich
dark
coco skin of the Ethiopian
gently collides with the blonde dread locks of the Ashkenazi,
where the free
Arab moves, and lives, and works, and creates
this is just another day in this land and they still march forward, they still march forward.
Here the Hebrew nation resides
No longer stifled but free,
the rifles once pointed at them
they carry
tarrying all day
defending their land
never again to be taken from them
These natives of Zion, The indigenous ones,
the wives, the husbands, the daughters, the sons,
these generations of a once exiled people
feeble, weak, plagued with defeat,
Yet today they rise… their hearts filled with fire,
they are powerful and free, mighty to inspire, their songs of victory reach higher and higher to heaven
this is the triumph of Zionism
Abolition of a nation enslaved by the world’s opinion,
