Ode To Judaism Poem by Cynthia Yildirim

I
Poor day asunder again
You are forever first picked
The first hated by tyrants of any age
Those that that line their pockets
With your jewels
II
You are the most pleasant of people
Laughter radiates throughout your families
Love also finds its place there
Why are you made to suffer so?
III
Every generation of your people
Have been reduced, yet you still survive
This is powerful and grand
These tyrants of the ages kill you
Because they know they can
But, now Israel has risen with its army
It is strong and stead fast
Thank God for this
IV
Americans volunteer for your army
They are your supporters
They also love you
You are not alone in the world my friends
V
The greedy Hezbollah stole your land
They had more than you did
Why so greedy these fools
It baffles the mind
VI
Your country slowly shrinks
You must not let it any further
Do not give land to these extremists
They would never give you an inch
VII
God called you his people
Even he, punished you for 40 years
You must have a higher purpose
Once the last days are upon us
VII
I imagine that you
Will become as angels
Flying with powers unknown to us
You will guide the universe for our Lord
Visiting each inhabited planet
You will have vine leaves in your hair
You will wear a white glowing robe
You will dance and sing
You will love and laugh
You will not suffer again
VIII
This sounds like a wonderful future
I am jealous my friends
To fly to heaven’s sweet valley
Talk with angels, walk with God
Pray to those whose hearts you’ve won
Blessed be this future of the Jews
Have them no longer suffer
They have paid their dues
IX
Dear Lord almighty
Guide them to you
They are your people
They wait with patience for you
Come down and get the rest of us
When you are through