In the Land of Date-Palms
Purim summons up images of clowns
merrymaking, painting the town
Costumes galore, theatrical skits
singing, dancing to the music and more…
2,490 years ago Jews trembled in their boots
a sword suspended over their heads
Expecting by what is now Purim
to wake up stone cold dead
Saved at the last moment by Esther their queen
the whole thing seems a faraway dream
Yet of a sudden – Today – in the land of date-palms
Iran hits the Jews with missiles and bombs
We Israelis * may not have an Esther
But we believe in God with all of our heart
We stand together, brothers and sisters in arms
~ Bent but not broken, Iran can never tear us apart
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*I am an Israeli citizen as well as a citizen of the USA.
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