Five Hundred Days Five Hundred Days, Stuck inside this hell, Five Hundred days, Of tears that drown the wells. Five Hundred years, That’s how long this feels, Five Hundred years, Could pass before this heals. Five Hundred million, People who stood silent, Five Hundred million, Who marched to praise this violence. Five Hundred days, Of holding on to hope, Five Hundred days, Of climbing with no rope. Five Hundred years, Of hatred and pogrom, Five Hundred years, Yet still we are not numb. Five Hundred million, Dressed in rags of hate, Five Hundred million, In the nations of disgrace. Five Hundred days, Have passed now, take a look, Five Hundred days, And they’re as thin as hooks. If I could wash away, The blood those monsters spilled, And shatter all the altars, That their worshippers have built. If I could turn back time, To a time before all this, If I could save their lives, And foster all those kids. If I, if I, if I, Could do anything but sit, And cry, and cry, and cry, And wonder why this is. Five Hundred days they’re gone, Five Hundred more have died, Five Hundred years how long, We’ve been hurting from inside. Five Hundred million thralls, Who bay for Jewish blood, And still they have the gall, To say it’s not enough. This world loves Jewish pain, That’s what I have learned, In these Five Hundred days, They stood with their backs turned. So let their cities burn, The ones who have said nothing, The justice they have earned, For all their hateful lusting. And bring our brothers home, From the hell that others built, The ones who paid for tunnels, Should share in all their guilt. A world that loves this hatred, And spurns the innocent, To darkness it is fated, For its great malfeasance. Five Hundred days away, That I have missed my friends, Five Hundred days today, And still it does not end. Five Hundred days of sorrow, Five Hundred days of sadness, Yet still there is tomorrow, Even in this world of madness. So I’ll hold on to hope, That’s what my people do, And keep marching up this slope, Because I’m proud to be a Jew. Their world can give us nothing, It’s built on fear and hate, They’ve shown us through their loving, Of monsters small and great. They paid for all these dungeons, And food for them to hoard, And then they blamed the Jews, But the monsters they ignored. A pox on all their houses, Let them feel the scourge, Of justice that is meted out, For the shackles that they forged. Half of them were silent, Half of them were cheering, But they all chose this violence, And none have helped our healing. So let the fires rage, Let shatter every stone, And let the levees break, Until our family’s home. Five Hundred days of pain, Five Hundred more of rage, Five Hundred days of rain, How could anyone stay sane? Let every Jewish tear, Grow a Jewish tree, Give every Jewish heart, A moment to breathe free. Let every Jewish man, Find faith in his Creator, And let the Jewish G-d, Bring Justice back to nature. May He bring our brothers home, May He show us all the way, May we never be alone, May He let His children play. May He teach the world a lesson, For their worship of destruction, May He humble all of those, Who have sponsored this corruption. We need a new redemption, From this Egypt of the mind, We need to see His Glory, We need to see it shine. Five Hundred days alone, That is how it felt. We need to see His Throne, Before our pain can melt. I will not trust in men, For I’ve seen them worship monsters, On G-d I now depend, May He make this burden softer. So G-d please save our people, From these men who worship darkness, Free us from the reign, Of those whose souls are lawless. For now I understand, What is written in Your book, About the ways of man, Now my innocence they’ve took. So gather in the exiles, Bring our family home, Bring our land to peace, So we can consecrate Your throne.
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Spread Love, Spread Light,
Am Yisrael Chai
Amen brother