The new Messiah will fly on a great horse
A burning stallion with perfect grace
As he crosses Europe he perceives
The scattered remnants of his fellow Jews
The Jews who buried live made Poland heave
The ashes of the ones cremated grieve.
On he rides but where is he to go?
We do not see him coming from afar
Does he come to give acclaim to us
The Christians who made the Jews accursed?
Or does he ride to tell us not to wait
There is no Kingdom for old Europe’s State.
We deny that we’re complicit and what’s worse
Any nation state’s as bad as us.
How my heart sings 