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The Eternal Jew’s Tale, #53, Dragoon’s Song

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In this episode the song of us versus them.

The Eternal Jew’s Tale
Thirteenth Era, Part 3a., 1100 C.E., Tiveria

One morn not long before the Days of Awe* thunders in the air and rumbles in the ground. At first I thought, ‘Some kind of storm.’ Then, ‘an earthquake?’ Sudden alarm. Then it comes. I know this sound too well, as the thunders resolve into drummin’ with a choir inside it — terrified shrieks — as the charge of horses and cavalry whoops and the clatter of armor and the whimper of Death.
* the period from Rosh HaShanah to Yom Kippur

And behind the forward shock of noise the walls of dust that choke your breath and cloak your face in a deathly mask so dragoon and drayman, commando and corpse all looks like carvings in a Roman crypt.

And this the song them dragoons sang:

We are the hollow men born for war.
We are the arrogant dogs of hate.
We are the sons of pagan gods.
And we are the fruit of polluted clods.

March on, march on, man of dust.
Do what you will; do what you must.

Cringe before your conquerors!
Sharp our tongue and sharp our darts.
Cringe as we defy your law.
Bloody hands and bloodless hearts.

March on, march on, hollow men.
Your road is long; who knows its end?

Look on us who scorn the just.
Past? We’ll have no piece of that.
Look on us who mock your trust.
Future? We’ll have no peace in that. Advertisement

March on, march on,........

© The Times of Israel (Blogs)

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