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...And the land will grow still Crimson skies dimming, misting Slowly paling again Over smoking frontiers As the nation stands up Torn at heart but existing To receive its first wonder In two thousand years As the moment draws near It will rise, darkness facing Stand straight in the moonlight In terror and joy ...When across from it step out Towards it slowly pacing In plain sight of all A young girl and a boy Dressed in battle gear, dirty Shoes heavy with grime On the path they will climb up While their lips remain sealed To change garb, to wipe brow They have not yet found time Still bone weary from days And from nights in the field Full of endless fatigue And all drained of emotion Yet the dew of their youth Is still seen on their head Thus like statues they stand Stiff and still with no motion And no sign that will show If they live or are dead Then a nation in tears And amazed at this matter Will ask: who are you? And the two will then say With soft voice: We-- Are the silver platter On which the Jews' state Was presented today Then they fall back in darkness As the dazed nation looks And the rest can be found In the history books.
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Author and Curator: Dr. David P. Stern
Mail to Dr.Stern: david("at" symbol)phy6.org .
Last updated 18 January 2002