Hamesh Orot

Hamesh Orot


Five lights on a hill

Flicker, extinguished here

They flare up in a different sphere

Bright in the night

Light in the deep darkness

They burn eternal flames,

G-dly sparks carried within.

Amalek, rises to break our will

Our land, we do not forsake

Despite those you kill.



Hamesh, five souls departed

But their lights remain

In this worldly home

And the next one

Despite the blood that stains

The floors of the home

Which was their family abode.

The light it grows strong

Because it knows where it belongs.

Five lights on a hill

Burn, beacons to the world beyond

Of humanity destroyed by brutal beings

Who have no excuse to give,

For their deed but to proclaim

Their lust to kill is greater than

Natural compassion for a sleeping babe,

Rudely awakened in her parents’ blood,

She wails and a monster with a knife turns back

Pitilessly to slit her throat

Ending a three month sojourn.

She is a small blue and white sack

Among four others

Cut down without mercy

By Evil Angels bent on destroying

The peace of Shabbat.

Master of the Universe,

Where were the Good Angels?

Were they late in coming?

Because there were many to save that night

Even as an Arab woman is delivered

Of a live baby girl

By the same medics

Who took three month old Hadas z’l

Shroud wrapped from a home on a hill

Light as a toy

But a heavier burden none should have to bear

Who tried to save young Elad

When two evil angels walked to destroy

Hamesh, the number of books in Torah

Five lights on a hill

Will burn bright

Remembered

Because you cannot break our will

Despite those you may kill

G-D the ultimate Judge, decides

Who is worthy and

Who breaks the peace that others build.