For those who are desperate to be accepted as cool –
You cannot straddle the walls of the holy Temple You cannot straddle the barbed wire of Auschwitz You cannot straddle the banks of the Red Sea You cannot choose two sides and call them one
Since the ****** time there have not been two sides
You cannot wear both the tallit and the snakeskin You cannot break bread with your grinning executioners You cannot dance to circled drums and bullhorn chants You cannot forswear your family murdered in the gas chambers
Since the burning time there have not been two sides
He who chooses the fashionable, the clever, the cool Chooses to be a kapo, a funktionshaftling His people will despise him, so too his masters (Who in the end will **** him in his shame) And his memory will be a curse, not a blessing
But you –
Choose bravely so that your name will be written in The Book And written in the hearts of your proud descendants