What an inspirational song, composed in tribute for the 2 soldiers brutally (lynched) murdered in Ramallah some years ago.

Watch me – (subtitled)

GOOD MORNING! The story is told of a class of students who were requested to write their list for the modern day “Seven Wonders of the World.” Many of the students included: (1) Egypt’s Great Pyramids, (2) Taj Mahal, (3) Petra, (4) the Panama Canal, (5) Empire State Building, (6) Machu Pichu, (7) the Great Wall of China, (8) Chichen Itza, (9) Roman Coliseum.One girl was slow to turn in her list. When queried by the teacher, she replied, “There are so many – I think the “Seven Wonders of the World” are: (1) to see, (2) to hear, (3) to touch, (4) to taste, (5) to feel, (6) to laugh, and (7) to love.”

Taninim Omrim: Hallellu et Hashem min ha’aretz, Taninim vechol tehomot 

What a greatly inspirational speech - 

YouTube: Watch me

In a less than ideal world:

Would a child, raised with the teachings of love and hope… with a yearning for divine harmony, throw his life to the trenches of evil?

Would the crevices in her streets be filled with the spilled blood of victims who desperately seek to construct a positively dreamlike meaning for life, by means of morals and teamplay?!

Would hate and anger be the sole motive of the ever-resenting, for a tomorrow that should never appear?

I wonder:

Were these children to be raised with the preaching of sympathy and understanding of their surroundings…

Well, would they be filled with positive cause rather than hate?

Would this prevent them from hurling their valuable souls and futures to the idol of annihilation – like some futile object of no essence or value?

I was taught not to seek refuge in ‘blame’.

I was taught to internalize the positive, and see all else as an obstacle that needs to be overcome and learned from.

 As a path to wisdom, perhaps?!

I was taught that all trials and tribulations are markings of where I stand on spiritual planes.

Maybe removing an innocent child from the hate-infested warmongers, and raising them as every loved-child was raised, would give these children cause.
Maybe these children could someday return home and stand tall with the pride of accomplishment and hope, rather than the yearning for martyrdom.
Maybe they could find meaning in ‘life’ rather than ‘death’?!

Their deprivation has been a matter of blame for decades…
A reason. An excuse. A motive to giving up what quality is left in their lives, and replace it with utter failure.

The born thereof learn nothing other than detestation and resent, rather than love and hope… so they’ve been raised.

Maybe that’s the solution! If only we could teach them the way we’ve been taught…  “To love, hope and dare to dream”… well, what a wonderful world this would be.

They only stand to gain.

Just thinking aloud… Of course this will never happen. EVER!

As Golda Meir said: “There will never be peace between Jews and Arabs, as long as Arab hate for Jews is stronger than the love for their own children.“ 

I read the following article on the dear and trusted blog “LittleGreenFootballs” . It was written by “WrathOfG-d” in the aftermath of the shooting that took place in a Talmudic Yeshivah at the entrance of Jerusalem, called ‘Merkaz Harav‘ - 7 have been reported dead and 30 more wounded, among them 3 critically.”:

WrathOfG-d’s article: 

Dear World,

It Appears That You Are Hard To Please.

I understand that you are upset over us, here in Israel. Indeed, it appears that you are quite upset, even angry and outraged? Indeed, every few years you seem to become upset over us. Today, it is the brutal repression of the Palestinians; yesterday, it was Lebanon; before that it was the bombing of the nuclear reactor in Baghdad and the Yom Kippur War campaign. It appears that Jews who triumph and who, therefore, live, upset you most extraordinarily. Of course, dear world, long before there was an Israel, we, the Jewish people – upset you. We upset a German people who elected a Hitler and we upset an Austrian people who cheered his entry into Vienna and we upset a whole slew of Slavic nations – Poles, Slovaks, Lithuanians, Ukrainians, Russians, Hungarians, Romanians. And we go back a long, long way in the history of world upset. We upset the Cossacks of Chmielnicki who massacred tens of thousands of us in 1648-49; we upset the Crusaders who, on their way to liberate the Holy Land, were so upset at Jews that they slaughtered untold numbers of us. We upset, for centuries, a Roman Catholic Church that did its best to define our relationship through Inquisitions. And we upset the arch-enemy of the Church, Martin Luther, who, in his call to burn the synagogues and the Jews within them, showed an admirable Christian ecumenical spirit.

It is because we became so upset over upsetting you, dear world, that we decided to leave you – in a manner of speaking – and establish a Jewish State.

The reasoning was that living in close contact with you, as resident-strangers in the various countries that comprise you, we upset you, irritate you, disturb you. What better notion, then, than to leave you and thus love you – and have you love us? And so we decided to come home – to the same homeland from which we were driven out 1,900 years earlier by a Roman world that, apparently, we also upset. Alas, dear world, it appears that you are hard to please. Having left you and your Pogroms and Inquisitions and Crusades and Holocausts, having taken our leave of the general world to live alone in our own little state – we continue to upset you.

You are upset that we repress the poor Palestinians. You are deeply angered over the fact that we do not give up the lands of 1967, which are clearly the obstacle to peace in the Middle East. Moscow is upset and Washington is upset.

The Arabs are upset and the gentle Egyptian moderates are upset. Well, dear world, consider the reaction of a normal Jew from Israel. In 1920, 1921 and 1929, there were no territories of 1967 to impede peace between Jews and Arabs. Indeed, there was no Jewish State to upset anybody. Nevertheless, the same oppressed and repressed Palestinians slaughtered hundreds of Jews in Jerusalem, Jaffa, Safed and Hebron. Indeed, 67 Jews were slaughtered one day in Hebron – in 1929. Dear world, why did the Arabs – the Palestinians – massacre 67 Jews in one day in 1929? Could it have been their anger over Israeli aggression in 1967?

(snip)

To the victims of this horror, you will never be forgotten!

YouTube Clip: 

NEVER AGAIN!!!

In loving memory…

For “Never Forgotten”, click on:

itsi K.

If only eyes would look, and ears would listen…

If only man would open his heart and mind… yes, if only for an instant…

I humbly bestow on you ’this’! Part of our legacy.

Let them embroider the star on my lapel,

Let them tattoo the number of insignificance on to my skin,

Let them beat and hate me as a shell of an unworthy man,

My allegiance is life-bound! To strip me thereof, no one can!

I AM A JEW AND SO I REMAIN.

I will live a Jew, and die a Jew…

And when asked: “What have you contributed to this world?”…

I will respond with a single utterance of prayer:

“Oh hear Israel, Hashem (The Lord) is our G-d, Hashem is ONE.”

So though I may, once again, walk the path shadowed by death, I fear no evil…

For The ONE … IS!!! 

He WAS, He IS, He WILL BE FOREVER…

ONE!

itsi K.

Chapter one! The only one… 

Forbidden fruit; the withdrawn phrases, censored scripts
No parchment had bared its burdened word – still it lay upon his lips

With mind over heart, concealed – forgotten in death’s lair
Protesting screams suppressed to demise, mute is the voice of despair

The dominance inside was not born to dictatorship of mere
It’s the child desperately shaped within the crevices of fear

Stripped to intolerance by murder over innocence internally
Jailing itself it destroys its savior, weakness to be lost for eternity

Fast, hurry! It must be hidden before the light of dawn
Mind in pain, Sleepless and naked his weapon is drawn

His nemesis, though, he can’t see,
It is blind vision, and not matter externally

The sword forged by the fires of hate – would defy the meek
 Emotional survival, it contains in face of a future so bleak

The sacred army had moved in and set up fort,
Its foundation rooted to the pounding heart’s core

Might’s burning motive and only existing tale,
Mere desperation, in this damned war he may not fail

Strategically planted in the heart of all that matter
The cries of horns; all desire and will do shatter

Each heavy foot dares its silent step ahead,
The trembling earth brings the rumble instead

They are all focused, but too soberly aware
The element of surprise is no longer there

The enemy within is equally strong,
Drowning all hope, themselves they morn 

Until the mistake is had, and the wiser had struck
The trap of hate consumes its tragic luck 

One misstep or deviation off the board of chess
May be all it takes to strike and lay him to rest

Now countless soldiers drape the frontlines
All masked as warriors, believing their own lies

Within, their little beating hearts submit the deep rooted prayer
For believers they have become, as all do when in fear

Born again just to die in the void of darkness
His soul had been numbed, it makes him heartless

Follow the red river to the falling of waste
on the bloodied cobblestones, paved in past-days
 

All seek the shelter that would not appear
Uttering prayers lost for good, none would ever hear

There is no time to dwell on the chapters of life,
Only one task lay at hand, that to survive

By Jason Klajnfeld