בס״ד
Maatos-Maaseh
Drive them out, destroy their altars,
Let their memory disappear,
Even that generation had not the heart,
Though the message was very clear.
Was it out of kindness, or neglect,
Or attachment to their gods,
Did exile seem unreal to us,
Did we think we’d beat the odds?
We are who we are today,
For what we did, and what we didn’t,
Our living past informs us “now”…
About what’s true, and what just isn’t.
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