By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat, sat and wept, as we thought of Israel. There on the railings of a busy bridge, we hung up our guitars, for the slow moving cars during the rush hours asked us for free songs, our tormentors did, for their amusement. "Sing us one of the songs of Israel." We said, "How can we sing of YAH on alien soil?" If I do not Stand For Israel, may my right hand get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome so I cannot type on my laptop: Let my tongue swell up with a food allergy without any Benadryl within reach: May these horrible happenings occur, if I cease to think of You, if I do not keep Jerusalem in my memory, even when I am at my happiest moment: Remember God, against Hamas and ISIS, the days that threatened Jerusalem's safety and peace, how they fired rocket after rocket upon us: Glorious Hamas and ISIS, you are enemies, a blessing on whoever gets revenge for us for what you have afflicted on us: A blessing for the IDF who fights your rockets and defends Jerusalem at all costs.
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