Two of Twelve

Ten remain hidden, two thousand years lost. Two struck down by bullet, gas, and flame; the ghetto stage one. Six million perished before the world ended this crooked crime Remanent of those lost rose like the cedar in Lebanon, Ezekiel knew best Twas God who gave men courage; they fought such tyranny, such hate Twelve mourned for a season while two given back old land North and south, east, west flock to come home, a great exodus at hand Two now settled, secure where they stay; diligently searching for those... Ten remain hidden, two thousand years lost.