Israel, does anyone hear you?
When someone lost in the forest shouts, “is anyone hearing me out there?” will the words of succor reach Samaritan ears? Will the world notice the plight of a hopelessly lost soul amid tall trees and sun robbing canopies? A dilemma such as this has fallen on the Jews for millennia. We the children of God, the wandering Jews, the remnants of the House of David, upon us on our hump backs carry vessels filled with tears and bitter herbs. On our breast we embrace the words given to us on a fiery mountain top. We yell in the forest for help to no avail. Instead the bear, the lion and the snake have a way with us. Savage treatment of the Jews have dwindled our numbers to an absolute minority, a surviving people hanging on to humanity’s ledge, less than a fraction of one percent of the world’s population and yet the furious rulers, tyrants and headstrong deniers of the truth continue to feed their children poisoned milk against us. They are saying that we are inhuman, describing us in terms only used for vermin. If truth be told, we were slaves in the land of Egypt; we have been massacred by one empire after another, the Persians, the Greeks, the Crusaders, the Romans, the Spanish, the Moslems, the Germans, millions upon millions of us seeking mercy. In the horizon we hear once again calls for our destruction and we are shouting in the forest, yet again. However, this time we’re not lost in the forest, a little paradise found, a tiny spec of clearance, Israel; the heavens can see us now.