Two Girls Were Sat Upon a Bench

(A Bobby Stood)

Two girls were sat upon a bench, 
A bobby stood, not 10 feet hence,
And when the girls, were snatched by men, 
The bobby stood, not 10 feet hence. 

That night there came, a crying father,
A broken man, who lost his daughter,
“Them’s the brakes, I hate to say,”
Said the bobby, “I just obey.” 

And so the father, cried all night,
For his girls, his cherished light, 
The girls who had, been snatched by men, 
While the bobby, stood 10 feet hence. 

How many years, has she been gone? 
How many fathers, cannot move on? 
How many sisters, lost their friends,
While the Britons, just turned their heads?

Is this your virtue,
Oh sons of Arthur?
To not be rude, 
When they take your daughters? 

Are there no men,
Who live in Britain, 
Who still would die, 
To protect their women? 

Are there no knights, 
To defend the honor, 
Of Great Britain’s,
Long lost daughters? 

To Bring Them Home,
Right this minute, 
All the girls, 
They stole as children. 

Or burn the world,
And curse the ground, 
And beat the sea, 
Until it drowns,
For no man should see,
His daughter found, 
In their dungeons, 
Underground.

So men of Britain, 
Make a choice,
Save the children,
Or feel the void,
That Israel’s felt,
This past year –
Our daughters lost,
While their world cheered.

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Two girls were sat, upon a bench, 
One named Tal, the other Jess,
And though they may, have never met, 
The same gang, stole both of them. 

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Spread Love, Spread Light,

Am Yisrael Chai