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One of the first pieces I ever shared with anyone…

Forgotten Hands

Hundreds died but they reached their goal,

The victories prize was worth every soul.

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They called out they swore not to forsake,

To the heavens, their cries reached אם אשכחך

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This cause that they lived for they died for as well,

For each day without it, served as a living hell,

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But now it was ours, standing proud, standing tall,

The whole world saw we were one with our wall.

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They understood back then, the importance it held,

To touch it, to kiss it, to pray, caused their hearts to swell.

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So how then their children, how came it to be

How, just stones like any other, is all that they see?

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Ludicrous lies, forgeries, fakes,

They care not for the land, nor the name it did take,

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Eretz Yisrael? Dirt is all they see,

They ask, “What’s in a name?” not so by me.

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Land for peace, what a ludicrous thought,

Do we care how in their schools hate and terror is taught?

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The lies that they blaspheme… “Negotiate”…, heard every day,

The body count alone shows us that death is their way.

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How can the children of those who gave their lives, gave their all,

Can sit with the terrorists and readily give up our wall!

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ירושלים???!!! How could they give even one stone?

We cannot give the land where stood Hashem’s home!

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Life of our life, soul of our soul,

My heart resides in this great land of ole’.

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They forget themselves why don’t they see?

אם אשכחך ירושלים תשכח ימיני